The First Time

This is weird
I wanted it to be special
but my overanalyzing is the death of impulse
How often are true artists given the ability to shine without doubt
Those who change are those who break up the status quo

Musings on the Everyday:
After the weather clears up
and the sulking behind cold curtains stops
the ability to breath is much easier
...
another day, but another day's burden gone
another time, yet another time spent
another breath, yet another breath forgotten
...
the music today is ringing!
something like
"REVOLUTION! In peace."
Let's have a peaceful revolution