Internaut Child

Internaut child

Like a child see the beautiful of world,

Take your white horse and go arroud.

Like a child beliving that grass with nice sheeps is truth,

GO, navigate, in this great ocean blue.

Like a child who ride a stick you must have desire;

If you discover the truth,

Send me a message from you.

Because I didn't discover the inventor of game,

But I discover all children play the some.

They ride a nice stick and smile,

When they want a white horse for fly.