Its hard to think that there is more to what we see. There are trees in the park, and
Sometimes
There is rubbish on the ground as well. But, as it is,
We
Go about our merry way. Yes, the flowers are pretty, the sun is shining. There is no
Need
For a second opinion. Along that white picket-fenced trail, Even
To
The end, there is not a concern. Why should we worry and try to
Read
What is below our eye level? Whatever it is that is lying
Between
Our feet and the tip of our noses will stay. Why should we go through
The
Trouble of looking down at a place we know is less pleasant? Therefore,
Lines
Are drawn, and the plane below isnt worth the watch.
...
O, HAI BRITANNIA ANGEL