We count one up to five
Then we say the ultimate of life
We find the normal and no more
Then life strikes to be such a bore
i look into your eyes and there's more to give,
for in life there's more to weave
For life is art and art is life
So slide into your swimsuit and dive
There's power in five but ultimate power in six
Even as i write this poem i tap from the power in six
I can see the ordinary and the better in ordinary
I light the candle in my eyes to see
And tap from that , that makes my eyes to see
For life is art, More than just sitting on a mat
Who inspired you to write that piece?
Was it when your heart was at peace?
Was it when your soul was at ease?
Then an idea would ooze
Fantasy would fill the still air
And you would say, "No my heart to burden would bear."
Then you would scribble down the piece
And loudly shout in search for peace
I guess there is more to this than for peace
As i said you would tap power from the sixth piece
not to lessen the five familiar ones
Lest our hearts experience severe burns
Because of the many forgotten treasures
For no pain would break the heart of art than vanished treasures
Then we know that life is art and joy to see
With our physical eyes, what our heart would see.
