We live because
Big or small only I
Long or short only I
Around no thing but I
Unrehearsed we fly
So we may taste pumpkin pie
We live so that we may die
Close but still I miss.
Art-creation?
That's not it
That's why we live
It's the melody that comes from inside
I lied
And behold
But nigh
I thought it was light
I thought it was love
Why?

We want to see what's inside.

The Fool he walks
No care he walks
Skittles drop
Hopscotch
Inb4
He flops
Unsure of what to write
This poem it sure flows
Unright
No, love, no light
Trumpet
Plays
At night
This is the way
I live my life
It's ok
To live at night
What the heck is this poem
Not right
Just let it go
Crazy flow
It's like I
Don't
Know
Where
To
Go
But the .
Singular point
Awareness
I am all that I know
Crazy though it seems
I'm saner than I know
Letting myself
Be possessed by the one
Who shows
The one who
Upon the trumpet
Blows
Melodically flows
Why?
Because I
Don't yet
Know
If I did
Then all would
Evaporate
Into dust and be lost
Because the only thing that keeps
The world afloat
Is ignorance
So thank the ignorant
For their role
In the show.