Oops, there goes gravity

For sure, if I would have been a bit more of

a saint, I could have been a smug creator.

I would have been able to generate a space

with happy trees, green men, serious stories.

A new world in which I could open freshly

painted doors each morning. To assert this

inevitable conclusion (with a perfect smile):

'Who masters life, masters his own bliss.'

But since I'm fragile and small, all my plans

to create a sweet world have completely failed.

Therefore, I must be content with delicate

observations, narrow words. In my universe

trees are like blooming matches. People are

like clumsy magicians. My stories are comical.

To reach this conclusion (with a clear smile):

'Who stays curious, will remain worthwhile.'