Aug 2017
My words are fine exhibits
In a hidden art display
The people come from all around
To translate what they say
I'll sell my gallery
And everyone will leave
The people came from far away
Now far away they'll be
In a hidden art display
The people come from all around
To translate what they say
I'll sell my gallery
And everyone will leave
The people came from far away
Now far away they'll be
I did not realize that nothing is real until yesterday. But then again.... Nothing real matters.
