riding on a bus
with the wind caressing my cheeks
in a cold welcome
made me feel
as if everything was real.

the noise of every sound from people
from cars
felt like a beautiful hymn
of beauty,
the city lights
and broken tainted windows
captivated the heart
of a starved artist
whose poetry is still
doomed to nothingness
for she was no one but an artist
in the shape of a youngster
with a messed up poetry.

What a beautiful world
But only if we know how to live
How to relish the breath that passes through our lips
How to smile at the sun
How to trace along the waters of the earth

How to make the best of what we have
How to let out relief of satisfaction

We only live once, yes, on this earth
But that doesn't mean we speed on
Left to regurgitate guilt at the end
Breathing heavily

We follow the wisdom He's provided
Learn from what our ancestors realized
At the end of their lives
A little late
But better than never

We go through the highs and lows
Content.
And live with unconditional bonds between ourselves
Spinning happiness out of what we have

What a beautiful world
If only we knew how to live