For a while, I\'ve been numb, perhaps in avoidance.
Either way I have felt little passion to write, to be.
But right now, at this moment in time. I\'d pray for the numbness.
Over the pain of a dream that can never be lived.
For what is supposed to bring joyment to live.
Only serves as to bring me pain.
So, let this show, that art in its beaut means much to many,
But not always what is intended.