I asked my HKTD to predict where are we heading and he said:
_the way many shaped,
one’s wits about them keep looking rear mirror while one eye left right, with many a bright light, buildings touch heavens sake, the gods, their clarions beckon forth the wise old lady who be, feed all._
I asked him again politely where are we headed. And he said this time:
Relax. We cruise control now
the boulevard invites, gentle, beating, bespeckling wings of adoration,
light of our beaoty giants sweat
I asked my HKTD (wtf), one last time, what do you mean Sir, I don’t understand?
pointing to the green light ahead, said, don’t look too far ahead, enjoy journey, there’s something each turn now, every one want shoulder of the orphan,