The Fresh Air Marmalade Quell The Desperate Staid (Why Rain On Life's Parade?)

Don't cower from your creation, when you have joy sensation; others' cataracts are their own misery racks - for we always ever see 'what's really good for me', and short-lived spite is quite trite, and not quite right - it's useless frippery that detracts great energy from what we start to see : when the sun shines down for free to give our lives new destiny! Every new dawn - a brand new world is born : and you adorn your way with what you do and say. Ask yourself today : "Is it all fair play?", for I have found that we each are bound with the energy we ground in our own sound (hence the rebound of 'what comes around...'). The echo we perceive is how we our own lives cleave, and I'll leave it hanging there in the fresh clear air (for who will really care, if the odd flea buzzed there....?)