A little jerk once told me this;
There is more to life than strangely boiled eggs.
And there is more to the music than the beat.
But since we are only here to dance, who cares?
Sometime you can see the unreal.
Out of the corner of your eyes in the daytime,
Or across the dented bar in the late night-light.
Seeking something unselfish.
In me or in another.
Happiness in the moment.
Contentment with what you have.
Realizing the good instead of creating the vile.
Above all else, Purity.
Even in a whore, a storm or a faked crazy laugh.
Bringing to the surface the smile
The morning sun takes away our lies.
Most of those traps are imagined.
Some give and some take.
Predator and prey. Life.
The real trick is figuring out which.
