I really had to fall, to see the art in it all.
The pain that was painted into beauty.
The heartbreak that was sung into a reviving
yet haunting melody.
I wish I didn’t have to fall to see the art in this
life, in what we call a dream where we say
everyone can make it if they just try, but we
forget that we can wake up to reality and some
unexpected transition to just sleep, to fall asleep
in the last dream.
I really had to stand to see the art in it all.
The moments that were written into memories.
The love that was recorded into breathtaking
endings. I really had to stand to see the art in
it all, to the see the art in this life we call a dream
but some putting the dream aside to just see the
art in the memories. Sometimes the dream is
enough, sometimes reality is enough when
you see the art in it all.
The art in the pain we remember as beauty.
The art in the heartbreak we sing when
we need some rain from the soul to hit the
heart just right, to hit the mind just right.
The art in the moments we write down when
we need an escape. The art in the love, we
replay that ending that makes us smile when
we’re not paying attention.
Stand or fall, eventually you will see…
The Art in it All.