A statue spoke to me and said,
“Make art because you love it so,
Because without, you would be dead.
Give it for free, to those you know.
Also to those you don’t, my friend.”
Wise words she spoke to me that day,
“Give art away, your heart defend.
Just ask for it, and they will pay.”
Slipping Away, back into yesterday;
big hair, big hearts, the dream then falls apart.
Slipping Away. Back into Yesterday.
regret and pain for love once lost in vain.
Slipping. A way back, into yesterday.
what dreams become shattered by morning sun.
Remember this, Today is where we find our bliss.
With Air so thick I could just swim,
The Water does invite me in.
it saturates even the Earth;
to Fire alone, does it give berth.