And so sitting in his place, he wondered why it is that he runs in this mouse wheel? His pace has slowed over these days, as these thoughts have worn at his legs.
Then he blinked and the world opened up before him, colourful green pastures and deep blue oceans, fun in every sparkle.
Life is a dream, a game, a dance, a show.
Dream, play, dance and act I will. The strings are yours to pull as you will.
Where do I want to go?