i am an amateur
of life and of art
obsessing and spending
a lot of my time
thinking out loud about them
attempting to embrace
the uncertain
and
the unknown
inner city blues
and i don't want to look down
head in the sky
keeps reality on the ground
but i can't move forward this way
ignoring what's around me
like i'm unaware with no soul
as if i'm lost with no home
but i'm here, so i can make change
i'm strong
so i invite blame
but for now...
sometimes
a dream feels so real
i don’t want to open my eyes
for fear that the world
will no longer be there
or still remain
always eager to arrive
never desperate to leave
forever embracing
the journey between
we are all selected to be something
a poem
a painting
a photograph
of modern living art
i thought i was going to sleep
but then art woke me up
there is no destination
