For The Art

This was the end when I came rushing through.
Look for a key and you might join in too.
Not a promise I have to express.
These are but the possibilities you can impress,
As you weave through the traffic in the bay.
Someone always shouts hip hip hooray.
Doesn’t exactly make much sense.
But then when does life in this tense?
It matters little for its hard to see.
Welcome all that are yet to be.
Arms wide and smile strong.
No need to dwell on moments that went wrong.
For life is filled with stumbles and falls.
It’s what allows us to conquer the stalls.

Suffer for the art.
Fill it to bursting with heart.
Upon others knowledge you must impart.

The sky was burning when I took a rest.
Some poor souls were searching for a chest.
Shrugged my shoulds but watched the scene.
Most of it felt as if it should’ve been a dream.
Only their were no fractures in the flow.
I got bored so I returned to the go.
Raced through valleys and alongside streams.
In these places animals were in teams.
Living through their daily trends.
It’s funny how they make amends.
Most unlike us, the human beings.
For us everything needs to contain meanings.
Pity we don’t stop and take a look around.
If we did we might find there is more profound.

Suffer for the art.
Fill it to bursting with heart.
Upon others knowledge you must impart.

It’s why I say you have to.
Vision is something that resides in you.
Creativity is not bound by blood.
Tap into it and watch it run like a flood.
But don’t be scared because it means no harm.
Best thing to do is to keep calm.
May sound odd or a little dumb.
The best for us is yet to come.

Suffer for the art.
Fill it to bursting with heart.
Upon others knowledge you must impart.