To be just one thing
Is a travesty of time
And effort in the making.
Be everything!
Embrace those who do not understand
Play their games, but play yours too
Behind curtains and in sunlit squares
In nightclubs and in conversation
There's infinite again -
Running down its childlike street -
And likewise,
You must let your soul run free.
What joy is sinful?
Show me where that sin is
That animates your lust for life
With sweet beginnings.
There is one rule that you can trust:
Be the sum of everything you are.
Be happy
Curious
And free.
And each one of yourselves.
Sep 27, 2011
Sep 27, 2011 at 12:21 PM UTC
To be just one thing
Is a travesty of time
And effort in the making.
Be everything!
Embrace those who do not understand
Play their games, but play yours too
Behind curtains and in sunlit squares
In nightclubs and in conversation
There's infinite again -
Running down its childlike street -
And likewise,
You must let your soul run free.
What joy is sinful?
Show me where that sin is
That animates your lust for life
With sweet beginnings.
There is one rule that you can trust:
Be the sum of everything you are.
Be happy
Curious
And free.
And each one of yourselves.
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