"Why lamb cry?"

"How hen die?"

"Who sad?"

"You?"

"Be glad now."

"See me?"

"I am."

I remembered something when I saw you--

A time I wanted to forget;

Because I left something hidden,

I thought in Paris.

My memories resurface,

Oh please--

forgiveness!

No I am not kidding you, I too believe the world is quite flat. I think that maybe it was once round, but has since been ironed out.

No one sings on the right key, and our voices are left without harmony, each fighting to be heard above the other. Never has a chorus been so disconnected, but I blame our conductor. We lack passion and excitement because no one is there to give it to us. Desensitization has not helped our pitch either-- we speak of horrors in the world in monotones, the same tone we use when speaking of the weather. So yes, our world is flat, but that is only because of the people who live on this swirling sphere.