Dollars to donuts the onus is on us: music which calls us poets ‘n artists with beats you might dance to like movie sneak previews in visions they still use drug-like see through me seek peaceful clarity; torrential downpour… Grow up. Go earn more. Make up your mind. Wander this path for meaningless reasons rotating seasons fall down ‘n freeze in spring back grow wings ‘n sway with th’ breeze stare through the daze of this hot humid haze wonder you’ve sown deeply in space quietly safe in your home alone place.
Find what’s your calling; this river tilts sliding. The moon’s reflection climbs tidal riding in rhythm ‘n rhyming; melodious timing.
Music calls through us; the onus is on us.