We are all beggars of joy.
May I taste this cup?
Enough’s enough, one sip of the cup
and I’ll have had too much.
Are the tastes free?
Can the sights see?
If two ducks were departed
because the engine never started,
would the sound still sound like rain?
A well of ego drives us,
perhaps,
to be just like them.
But that was then
and this is now,
every moment
life begins.
To dance, to play.
To find out each day
that the world is still alive.
To smile, to cry,
to find balance
and abide.
I don't know if you seek it.
I don't know if you believe it.
But the placebo is real
so what's the deal?
when our minds
cannot make it.
Could I design
a perfect line
to take shoes off
every feet?
Because I decide
how I abide,
them cool J's
lookin fleek.
Now I a-strive
to go outside
at least 2 times,
a week.