Life is like
the tip of a horn
at sunrise.
Anything goes.
Low notes,
high notes.
What a surprise.
My bias is not your bias.
You hated it.
I loved it.
Can you find what's wrong
in this picture?
Listless feelings must
wash away
before the light
of creaitivity ends.
Should we pray
to get better results?
Idolize the past?
Break the glass
with our bare hands:
that's how you know
it's real.
