Life Of An Artist..
The trap between progress n complex..
Simplicity so visual to perfection…
A road so often traveled…
that preparation itself may take a lifetime
Where luck can equate
to the roll of a dice
Where feeling and rhyme..
time and place..
Is the differece between
u eating..or waiting for a taste
Though we all feel ready…
the line between belief and truth
Isnt any different between man or woman An ex and lover..or enemies you trust..
They all once looked u in ur eye
sayin I feel u..But..
can anyone really feel u..
as much as u feel u?
shouldnt I have the right to want it more?
A first pick at deductions
lookin rich but really poor
10 cents a cover..a somewhat better life..
Give my talents to a owner…
maybe money knows it better
We live to give our all
when in love…for the love
But…..nothin really matters..
if the world will never know it..