The ways of the world makes no sense
Sometimes I want to escape myself
Hover high above
And wait for something else
Sometimes … well a lot of the time, our world just seems lie a meaningless bump on a log. Actually a bump on a log might have more purpose.
You wake up – get out there. And then wonder what it’s all really even about.
I don’t know.
Let’s just create art, perhaps it will bring beauty to the nonsensical.