Saturday, November 14, 2015

i have to see the Art in it

we breathe. we sense. we work and strive and relax and ask questions: why am i here? what is it for? if meaning is not to be found in lyrics such as, 'all of us are in the gutter, some of us are looking at the stars;' or 'the reason we're here, as man and woman, is to love each other, take care of each other;' or 'when love walks in the room, everybody stand up;' or 'turn away from it all like a blind man;' then, where is it?
trick question!
breathe, feel, you get all this. i won't stop 'til i feel my heart stop beatin'. repeat. ask. breathe, relax, wonder, poeticize, build, laugh, see, listen, feel. until the end of time.

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