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