The world is a poem composed by God.
The artist has to earn his audience.
Ain’t gonna waste this life*
Believe it the world has changed in a whole new way*
You can cheat death but you can’t cheat fate
What you can’t perceive can’t hurt you
To each his equal, as determined by place
We don’t know who we are but in each other’s eyes.
There is intelligence in a glance; which vanishes once the mouth opens and the conversation becomes dumbed down to an unsophisticated level.
The body carries mind; every limb carries soul, and feels.
We never know how lucky we have been, until it’s over…
Only what is mine is any good, for the good thing that is not mine, I could never enjoy…