A far-away alien land…
In a bag of useless pens, I search for one with which I could pen down a few words, beckoned by inspiration to travel into an alien land. I find one, and proceed to look for words, with which I could paint the most perfect picture of this land on paper. A land of Joyous Plenty, a land of native people rejoicing and working hard in merriment. A land far-away beside a sea.
And as my pen puts the final touches of colour to this picture of heaven on earth, it gropes in the empty white to find if it had realized it in these last two years of my seeking. But finds on most occasions I was just groping in the darkness… in search of light… the light that lights up that far-away alien land.
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I remember those beauteous Sunday mornings from my childhood… bathed in morning winter light. I’d rejoice with other beautiful children. There was something about the morning winter light that sparkled my spirit, as it also lighted up inside every child the spontaneous joy of life.
We would sing and play and set up our own lands full of laughter, joy and the Morning Winter Light.
And somehow it seems like I belonged to this alien land. A far-away land lit by the same morning winter light; its people laughing and rejoicing in the winter light, working in joy and merriment calling out to each other like us little children; sharing in the bounties of Nature, the produce and plenty of their land.
That one ray of Winter morning light defined to me the meaning of true freedom.
When I was young, it seemed that life was so wonderful,
a miracle, oh it was beautiful, magical.
And all the birds in the trees, well they’d be singing so happily,
joyfully, playfully watching me.
But then they send me away to teach me how to be sensible,
logical, responsible, practical.
And they showed me a world where I could be so dependable,
clinical, intellectual, cynical.
There are times when all the world’s asleep,
the questions run too deep
for such a simple man.
Won’t you please, please tell me what we’ve learned
I know it sounds absurd
but please tell me who I am.
Now watch what you say or they’ll be calling you a radical,
liberal, fanatical, criminal.
Won’t you sign up your name, we’d like to feel you’re
acceptable, respecable, presentable, a vegtable!
At night, when all the world’s asleep,
the questions run so deep
for such a simple man.
Won’t you please, please tell me what we’ve learned
I know it sounds absurd
but please tell me who I am.
Lyrics: ‘The Logical Song’ from Movie- Magnolia
Such as the flames rose, Some Like It Hot, time to feel an upsurge of emotion