ImagiNRy LoVE

What I'm familar to is what I wonder about. Recently
being silent is almost the only thing what I've done.
How are the passions all quenched
and gone?
There's just the last matter left behind,
the blue sky.
Is that an open-ended pursuit through the entire life, or
just an unnecessary game designed by those foolish guys?
Continually fell and fell and, now, really fell.
I couldn't help to wonder what enables the little boy to advance bravely.