classical music and common market.

Everyday that I wake

I must do what I say

but I consistently keep in mind

How exactly I would like to spend my time

There is truly no rhyme no reason

my actions are truly based on the season and whether the sun is shining brightly and if it rains I do not ponder on my pain but the beauty that surrounds me, the life that grows sublime and the infinite place this all holds in time.

when I close my eyes and open them no more I will know that I always did what I felt was right