To touch it
I get it now.
All the rock and roll artists
they don't do it to cover depression
or to fit an image.
Simply this:
it fuels your muse
I know what the world means.
Only I don't want to know
after I come down.
My creativity
is ultra active.
Only fools try to understand
that which we should not.
Why else would musicians do what they do?
Only as often as they do
for one reason.
To touch
immortality
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