Have you ever wondered....
Why life seems so much better from a distance?
Have you ever wondered.....
Why life seems so much greater in abundance?
Than the stories you've written and published,
Or the movies addressing your wit.....
Have you ever wondered.....
If there was any bit of honesty in your fiction?
Have you ever wondered.....
If there was any bit of answers to your questions?
The ones that are sinking deep inside your spirit,
Because in a box they'd never fit....
Life is a collection of masterpieces
Not made nor owned by any artist
We'd steal or borrow any chance we get
To take a look at such a beautiful mess
In a world that does and doesn't exist
We'd both be holding up our brushes
Trying to make everything make sense
With our own delusional attempts....
In the end, he'd never stop believing
In the end, there could be the movement
In the end, we could all be the leaders
Or victims in this endless tragedy....
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
True - artists depict the time crumbling positions