"You let it flow from you, you let it flow/ And youth is cruel, and has no more remorse/ And smiles at situations which it cannot see."/ I smile of course/ And go on drinking tea
Montag
Kite- flying
Higher higher higher still higher! Dragons and cats in the stars, twirling downwards, floating stalwart, children crying on the ground, running within fenced rivers and highway meadows. Higher! Higher! Hidden lines Fate cuts.