It's so hard In context to be there for you. I paint a canvas for you black but full. Why can't you come here come near 1,2,3,4 I've forgotten who you are. Sing the songs, follow the lyrics, become a pleb, and drink as if it were pretend.
In the third eye of symmetry Never mind the strings of beauty (words) If the outcome is poetry
Artistry
So long as man dreams
Never mind hymns of danger If you're moving on heroically
Such is a poets causality.
He knows not the construct of words from ordinary men. They lack structure, rhyme and purpose. They are the ramblings of those who can not see, Those who cannot feel And those... Those he cannot be.