One does not need a concrete destination
To tread this path
(Purposefully)
Meandering’s worth more than destitution
Of
(Our sanity)
To some this path is wayward and repulsive
Nothing but
(Futility)
But callow judgment doesn’t mar this path of ours
It ensures it’s true
Cultivation of imagination
Exploration of Creation
So servile are your tastes you preach us conformity
In petty languish and advice you don’t see the irony
One mustn’t merely exist in derelict verve
A slave to a compa**
Inspire expression. Eccentric, eclectic
..And so we wander
What we feel is reality
As we reciprocate energy
In absence of leisure
Meaning is meaningless
Despisers of the arts are despisers of life