Give birth to whimsy. It’s a gift, you know. Not only for yourself, but those around you.
When you give birth to whimsy you invite others to do the same. You give them permission. Rhyme and reason are swell, don’t get me wrong, but they’re incomplete by themselves. Unnoticable without proper contrast. Nestle your rhymes and your reasons snuggly within the fabric of whimsy.
Give birth to it. And, if you’re so inclinded, give birth to a horse in a park.