Once upon a time, Through all times,
In a special town, live people who
Are going through their days in illusion.
Pass by in a haze. Bewitched,
Bedazzled, and bemused by the
Life they have created. Down by
The river, in a faraway valley,
People live and play aimlessly-
Void of purpose in spite of death, and
In spite of sorrow. Moment by moment,
Passing the days in a trance. Evil lurks in
The distance, seers are warning, of plots
brewing in the dark. The people still ride upon
Their high horse, listening not to reason,
Using not their heads. Like the headless rider
Wondering aimlessly through the night,Heedless of
What to come. Eyes they have that cannot see,
Ears they have that cannot hear, and
minds that cannot think. In self indulgence
they seem to drown-with no remorse or consequence.
No wonder we call that place-Sleepy Hollow. Do you live there?