Describing where I am in the title, knowing that it is past the midnight hour, I write to you. Unknown to me, you read. I invite your eyes to viewing, but please leave no negativity spewing. This for me is fun and real, for some it may seem surreal. Do not let a package fool you, for every being is a beast at it's core. I recognize it and use it to feed my fun and real admiration for the art that is writing. Please follow my progress, dealing words with wrists typing honest responses. Here's a little ditty by me for you: Who's They? They say I have a childlike wonder, an exaggerated imagination when I watch wind crack to thunder and rain clouds drain upon creation. They say too busy a mind does not make for a busy body when I question sanity and time while leading leaders who's only oddity is calling me friend. They are who tell a small boy physicists like Capra are wrong, To hear and understand the joy and delight of our own life's song is a curse, a crime, a sin to touch, talk, tempt another who looks, walks, and talks different from he or his mother is an enemy. Ask the blind what they see Tell them they're crazy For knowing a persons presence leave by the vibrations reverberating in their feet. Have you not imagined someone because of their scent on a sheet? Do we not see a mirage when starved near defeat? Do you see where the alliance should be when we are taught illogical exceptions like the handy, I before E except after C Creators of language couldn't fashion these three letters to fit one simple rule? Confusing kin with words like "Weird" Not taught why, in fact we are completely fooled when education does not educate, one should fear. I will wonder away, In the hopes that they, will compile a list and say, I'm sorry for the way, I misjudged and misdirected a creative mind at play.