Daze

There was a boy, a very pretty boy who saw nothing but that was in his head. It danced; it played; it never went around so much as in a daze. The daze was high; the daze was low. It went 'round and 'round about so much it spun around his head. It was such a pretty sight, that very pretty little boy. The daze was him, and they were one. The daze is all and all are one. We're such a very pretty thing, all of us in all our heads. We're never alone; we always have the one's we love. They're in our heads; we keep them there. They guide our thoughts along our paths. The paths we chose are never bound by those we love. They guide us in our thoughts but we can chose to go our way. The way is ours to guide and turn; it's there for us to find our daze, the daze that's all we have our own. The daze is who we are, it's what are for all in all.