Where is the King of Ireland? Contemplating contemplation look out of the windows. Fear arises, compromises, smoke from thus it billows. Sing a new lyric, never again fear it .. see. Smiles. Jumping. Laugh. Love comes from the part that is. Everything else isn't. When I think about where, what, why - I know I don't know. Simple is the mind, singing all the time, bringing simple rhyme. Lime, dime. mime. I love birds.