at least that’s what those of us who feel unappreciated like to think
nobody reads my poetry, nobody cares about my paintings
except me---I care, I care, I care, I care to the fourth power
we can all look at the same thing but see different things
a vase or two gorillas staring at each other or something else
truth can mean different things to different people
when it snows, all snowflakes fall in just the perfect place
all raindrops fall perfectly in a rainstorm
even though it appears to be chaotic and happenstance
the world is full of yin and yang, gaining, losing, advancing, retreating
all in balance, all in step with what is
no attempts to achieve or conquer, just tides moving in and out
as they have for millions of years
thinking of days when I was a wee lad
the world didn't seem so mean and bad
ah, but it’s easy to forget reality sitting in the sidewalk cafes of paris
sipping cafe au lait under a french beret
listening to the police sirens teeter-tottering
life doesn’t seem so bad
having nothing to fall back on often keeps you forging ahead when times are tough
better to be a free man sleeping under a blanket of stars
