little fly, thy summer's play my thoughtless hand has brushed away. am not i a fly like thee? or art not thou a man like me? for i dance and drink and sing, till some blind hand shall brush my wing. if thought is life and strength and breath, and the want of thought is death, then am i a happy fly, if i live, or if i die.
i think, therefore i am
“ what am i? ”
who do you think I am
the “man” at the bottom of the sea
an over-the-shoulder point of view of an old man looking at the sea.
have you seen this man?
I am the music
thoughts of you
An airplane looks like a manta ray flying over the desert
I am a fish
still of iron man buried in the sea
let's go to see the stars and the moon i'll fly far into space as long as i am with you
A city built on sea
From the coast of gold, across the seven seas I'm travellin' on, far and wide But now it seems, I'm just a stranger to myself And all the things I sometimes do, it isn't me but someone else
crow flying out of old man's mouth
incredibly wrinkly old man, old man with so many wrinkles he's just covered with them it's ridiculous
a very young old man
flock of seaguls flying around a fishing boat in calm sea, painting by william blake
A seagull on too of the the head of a man, the man is riding an electric scooter, he has a seagull on his head
picture of a 200 years old man
an an ancient old man, 5 0 0 years old man using a macbook
a man becoming a plane
i am death and god sends me, meaningful, abstract, illustration, metaphoric
