A Plea For Sanity

My precious little World that streams before me, could you slow a little from your madness...I am one of you, and tender forth my grief, my tears as insufficient sacrifice for all the years of thoughtless racing for the prize that always loomed ahead of us...so close, so fragrant of finality...so ours. And so I, too, slow down, redirect my meagre fortune and pledge my new allegiance to your every cry of need. You, this globe, become my riches. You are mad, yes, insane to host this grasping little man who conquered you. I am not the one to bring you sanity-- there is not enough to go around. We, you and I, must assume one quality alone, to care enough, to reach out enough, to cease complacency, to thank whatever gods we own that we possess the power to cease our weary quest to be the celebrated Number One. And then we have the opportunity to curb the wildness on the moors, and lay our hands on love. ~