what's that you say

What cotton-ball game is this, anyway? I lunge between despondency and hope like some kind of human ping-pong. I saw a road to another land and it looked like any other. How can we ever know the truth of our life if we are never still? Sit yourself on the side of the road and fall into the space of being. That's all. Watch the show. That great big blue sky made of reflected dreams. Maybe there's still one there for you.