Fly, Fly Away...

The Leaves Are Flying... Fly Away, And Reason Flees Away. All Legs In The Immensity Of Time And Space Guarded By By Its Barriers Anchored In Classicism.

 Wù Am I?

 On The Planet Earth, The Body Stands, But The Spirit Is Far, Very Far Away In The Maze Of Dreamlike Perversion.

 I'm Surprised. Admiration Invaded Me For A Long Time Before Doubt Set In. But Creation Resists. Why Do You Want To Refine? Freedom, Vanity, Tug At Me. I Put A High Point At This Point. Execution Because I Will Certainly Find Some Pilgrims Who Will Not Adhere To This My Imagination And Well... Good Luck!