Who am I ?
that's a good question.
I've never tried to answer it before.
How to fly ?
Even for a second
I've never tried to get off the floor

Life is hard
Is an understatement
Joy is far
Everything I said I meant

It's highs and lows
The blood that flows
Through your veins
Joy is the cause
Of all of our pains
Of our hearts
now surrounded by chains  

We all know that art
Isn't pretty but expressive
It can heal your heart
When the ache isn't fictive

April, 23rd 2023