A parade, another day, like any other, it makes you wonder. Is this charades? Or some sort of play? We see the shadows, of former meadows. We see the past, which we live for as long as it lasts. Can we do today a better way? Is it right to pray, when all we do is take away? The world needs to move forward, Solitude must cut the cord. We have to have compassion, make community our passion. Then we can see, that peace is what we want to be.