Meditate?
Meditate? Chile, I go into a trance;
sail out from myself from this world
pick up my drums and do a dance,
swing my arms wildly and twirl;
stomp my feet, speak in tongues
shatter the crust of the best dreams
draw from my soul till its wrung
burst out from my heart, the seams
rip the covers from ghosts of sin
expose the worst, promote the best
and as I recover from where I've been
land gently before my worn desk.
1 comment:
I can imagine that you have just described "artist" to a tee.
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