You'll never find rainbows, If you're looking down...
Simplicity is a difficult thing to achieve.
Why should poetry have to make sense?
I am what I am: an individual, unique and different, with a lineal history of ancestral promptings and urgings, a history of dreams, desires, and of special experiences, all of which I am the sum total.
In the end, everything is a gag.
This is a story of a period between two World Wars - an interim in which Insanity cut loose. Liberty took a nose dive, and Humanity was kicked around somewhat.