The key to life and art ,
it’s all about persistence ? Patience ? Timing ? Waiting for your moment ?
- Yes -
But not just that .
We work too hard . We try too hard . Don’t try . Don’t try hard as master told . Don’t work . Just Do it .
It’s there ! It’s been looking right at us !
Aching to kick out of the closed womb . There’s been too much direction .
It’s all free , We needn’t be told . Classes ? Classes are for asses .
Writing a poem is as easy as beating your meat or drinking a bottle of beer .
When it is truly time and if you have been chosen ,
It will do it by itself and it will keep on doing it until you die or it dies in you. There is no other way. and there never was !