Expectations fondled dreams.. dreamed in purpose.. for what seems.. vision runs to sound.. time comes to me.. my dreams hold art to purpose.. time sets no one free..
Chose my playthings with the wisdom of my craft.. as I tend my music.. play a tune to float my raft..
Genius kings of kingdoms.. roads to walls of cage.. blame innocent others.. in frustrated rage..
Relief from a truezone.. where heart meets the mind.. another moment wasted.. one excuse to grind..
Brandy Queens of pretense.. preach well wino bums.. your palace your creation.. your waste forgotten slums..
Play well crystal mirror.. true path of rich dirt.. at most a song is written.. at least none other hurt..
Thought.. ‘it is a happy thing.. a truly good thing that there is consistency in life.. extended to my art my dreams are validated there..
I hope to share a joy for my tears are dried.. my angers laid proper to the passing moment.. hold my fool from my love.. stay a constant in this world that so fears change.. leave breadcrumbs along my path for those who share a quest for egalitarian freedom.. universal.. sharing love..