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.