Thought on Earth

Thoughts on Earth: This world has no place for genius. Artistry, love, beauty, creativity is warped and mangled like raw steel into financial gain and social profiteering. What happened to the traveling gypsies, the gleemen and the circus? A generation of lost souls is found in this mess of suits and ties and pumps marching head on like lemmings over the cliff to an end that is all too predictable. Education, Job, Marriage, Children, Retirement …

…ll be back where I belong. “Click you heels three times, Dorothy and say, ‘There’s no place like home, ‘cause there’s no place like home, ‘cause there’s no place like home.’” I’ll meet you there, I guess, ‘cause I’m not sure what time my train’s coming in. And maybe, just maybe my place is real; but maybe its one that’s just a little bit higher than your own.