My youth worn down by choices
That grasp me 'round the throat...
"So many bubbles!" Says the child,
As grandpa holds the wand in front of a fan...
Cotton under your finger tip,
The way it tries, but cannot grip...
Who am I? Why am I here?
What is the truth about life, my dear...
To Artists:
All great Artists...
What are you going to do with 'Today'?
Are you going to just let it slip away...
Pain is a cruel and vicious thing
That grips us tightly in its sting...
Once I thought I knew it all,
My mind was set, my pride stood tall...
In the depths of night, when all is still,
And the moon casts shadows on the hill...
The world awaits with open arms,
A tapestry of sights and charms...
The wheels of commerce turn and spin,
A dance of supply and demand begin...
The economy, a force of great might
A complex web, woven tight...