I do not blend in with crowds
but with might i could desperately
In a pub filled with crowds; this
and in a rave filled with parks; t
but in an open space with one and

I have walked with people
Who are well pamperd
And well spoken enough to be
Their own god.

I call you Art
Beautiful, interesting
Expressive, talented
And yet so delicate.

O God no
Not this song again
Not this same old melody
Which bores me like forever
On the road, pub, shops

Everything can
Be learned
In this world
Even prayer
Can be taught

What more can you ask for?
A momentum memorial of my art you
Or a possibility of the future of
Through my words you will ever rem
I will leave the lake and the seas

I know
Something
That could
Do the
Trick

You have read all
About me but
All I know about you is beauty.

Life is a maze
and death Is the way out.

Take a look at the road where we a
My future, your future, our future
When the time comes
How will we all contain in our own
How will the world see our own shi