There existed no switch to turn it off
No such component in a Poet's thoughts
The deepest of meditation
Is but a Poet's contemplation

Words bleed from all we see
Beauty, laughter and sorrow
Forever set poetically free
My Friends!
This is what we were meant to be!

"I want to drown myself in music
give myself to art
forget that I have a name
and become the kind of beautiful that is only found in the heart."