Friday, September 2, 2011

Happy Birthday

Art is true in its still form
Viewing indebtedness for stillness
Uncultivated by its form
And inebriated by its worn out places

Sit and listen
Stop and understand
Oblige the stillness
Inebriated by places

A mad world it is
Watching everything
Still having no control
Life is standing still
Now we can appreciate it            
Subsequently still
With no tomorrow
To drown all sorrows

Dreams make no sense
While you run in circles
In a completely mad world