There is a secret to life. And the poets and other artists know it! Who’d have guessed, eh?
They really want us to know it, too. But it’s hard to pick out exactly what they mean.
I could be wrong but I think it is something like “you are the imaginer,” “it’s all a wonderful game,” “it’s fun; it should feel great,” and “c’mon, let’s play.”
What do you make of it?
In your corner,