The joys of being random
Seem but known to very few:
For true improvisation is
A thing few people do
And yet, we’re born to do it.
It’s all buried in our past:
To make each moment different
From the next and from the last
The joys of being random
Seem but known to very few:
For true improvisation is
A thing few people do
And yet, we’re born to do it.
It’s all buried in our past:
To make each moment different
From the next and from the last
Love it. Now I must run off and do something childish. Maybe ride my bike in the rain. And through the puddles too.
You might have been the guy who just splashed me. Hard to be mad, he seemed to be having fun.