All play and no work makes Jack a mere toy.
..we wear the mask that grins and lies, it hides our cheeks and shades our eyes- this debt we pay to human guile; with torn and bleeding hearts we smile.
The age is materialistic. Verse isn't. I must be with the age, so I am writing prose.
But a prayer that he sends from his heart's deep core.
Poor conceited humanity! Interpreters of God indeed.
I know what the caged bird feels, alas!