Serendipity

when God can make a christmas tree

and  

nothingness means just... nothing,

finite world has already started.

I've been there, under pedestal.

the tune goes like this and that:

what if we all exist only in somebody's dream...

... without feathers?

and I do not wanna be ... here.

stop! give up!

we can live to be a hundred,

but

finally, we are no one...