Seeing it all,
Knowing it all;
And ...
Despising it all
—It’s not the greatest fun.
I’m coping, but
Reality’s presence is a genuine pain.
‘Oh, don’t question it,
Gotta live with it.’
Heaven forbid anyone should fire(!)
A few angry words at it.
Wake up!
I can’t be impressed by
The thinness, the paleness, the coldness
Of everything I’ve been told is
EVERYTHING,
There must be more.
I hurt, man.
Every molecule of my body is straining,
And screaming It can be created!—
This “more” that I need.
Should we believe in the power of art?
Yes.
Art is all I have. I believe.
Er, do you?
Everyone with a pen
Or a laptop,
Everyone with a guitar, a piano,
Everyone with a paintbrush
Or some scraps of metal—Christ, I don’t know;
Everyone with hatred
And a passion for destruction
And creation—
Try your luck.
Reality is a sitting duck.
