Jun 2016
The poet's pain is self chosen, at least we believe it to be.
We're all players on the stage, entertainers of the modern era; using words to show the world how we see the world.
You dig deep to express yourself and you give all you can, you can bleed on the stage and give your time.
The only direction we go is with the flow of our hearts on which we abuse to create the art we so aggressively protect.
Had I know then what I know now, I'd take back my words in exchange for experience and patience- in another time I was wiser than I am now because now it's all behind me and not knowing what was in front of me was more of an advantage than learning how to live with what I lost.
We're all players on the stage, entertainers of the modern era; using words to show the world how we see the world.
You dig deep to express yourself and you give all you can, you can bleed on the stage and give your time.
The only direction we go is with the flow of our hearts on which we abuse to create the art we so aggressively protect.
Had I know then what I know now, I'd take back my words in exchange for experience and patience- in another time I was wiser than I am now because now it's all behind me and not knowing what was in front of me was more of an advantage than learning how to live with what I lost.
