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