If the day breaks as we do
Then when night comes
Do people fall asleep like the sun does breezily
If we love like bees and fish do
Then when your nature comes out oblivious
Do people fall blind like justice does, since, you're cinemascope
If we walk in the footsteps of cultural acts
Do people follow their mothers and fathers or the tracks of their tears
Or wrap their head around what they can't say about their fears
I love your paintings
I can't place any of the seas and wind
I love how it shows tonight's ostentatious highlight
Exorbitant and deliberate, I love your way about