They say I don’t need the Audience Pride says I’m better The Game we play Has a known gradient Reason first then ego latter I desperately in need of the Muse My visual dopamine prod Which sparks the flame So my thoughts don’t rampage loose She’s simply sent by God As a gift changing the Game She’s not an angel though Far from that she falls And falling she does But I know she can grow If she just follow her goals And finds her slipper of glass And I am not either The work of perfection Nor a saint as I claim I’m rather a seeker than finder Searching for resurrection Always lost in that Game So, here we’re contredancing Finding in it joy and sorrow New but old like the Worlds Act of balancing Of what’s today and tomorrow Which strikes soul’s true chords
NO QUOT TODAY – just a visual booster 🙂 https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eeAzwFkfyPA