The Essence of the Idea of Form.

If I was to say that I am the biggest thing,

I would be too proud. I know I am not,

I am yet a seed in a vast garden covering infinity.

Who is the gardener?

Oh, corny question, it is!

An artist, a musician, and a idea that devours the idea

of beauty.

If I was to say that I am the biggest thing,

I would be unlearned. I know I am not,

I am yet a stroke of paint in this beautiful mural.

Painting the sky, the grass- each blade.

My mind cannot even fathom the mass!

Oh, Artist of my life, show me the beauty

Musican, please play the melodies that will

Feed my soul, my life.

You don't need our compliance,

our prayers. You know how we really feel.

We embody you, and you embody us We represent

One another in some intangible interpretation.

If I was to say that I am the biggest thing,

I would be a fool, to assume that this all happened

On accident. I would be denying the elements that lie at my feet,

Under them, in them, and above.

I need to feel the raw of this being. The feelings

That makes me whole