A most excellent notion
To take a break from all this commotion
And cease all motion
Enjoy the time offline
Think not of verse or rhyme
When'er ye return 'twill be fine.
Now that the Saiiban don't have to work
What will happen to those that lived from work?
What will happen to those that enjoyed work?
The break is earned.
We do not sing eternally.
Sometimes, silence is necessary!
Why the flower?
Sentients go mad
At many things
Although who can tell
Who is sane and who is mad?
The mad do not believe
That they’re mad
But rather that the sane are mad.
What if they’re correct?