That strange beautiful dark sparkle in your eye Or the velvety dark ******* in the light and night Something in your eyes like Wisdom or hopelessness A particular calmness of a person Who works hard to keep smiling but With that smile is so **** inspiring Yet escaped No money or fame or success helped To lift up the dying spirit He Could not breathe the air of limitless Possessions Knowing the heart of the livelihood is missing Entirely and tragically So he left and closed the door
Money or popularity are not the answer. Live to be alive the most you can be without paying a high price of loosing yourself. And create, always create!