ideas gumbo

i stare at the poster, she looks at me so plain. i feel so lonely again and again. the music plays behind the beat. i want a life so tidy and neat. no i don't. i want adventure and pain. no living is not the same. it is the bliss of this. the being of seeing. i can feel it now creeping in my bones. i suppose you either nose or you don't. i nose it. i nose it real well. it's a feeling swell. i can't explain it. even in the pain, i feel the same. i know. i have to go. yo yo yo. up and down and all around, it is the sound that abounds. in the groove it feels so damn smooth. a cliche? it's a feeling, i can't complain. magnificence is a state of mind. it captures you when you feel behind. imagination is the key. set if free. and believe. for the truth is no deeper than your beliefs. capture it, record it well, for in the future it may create a groundswell. and if it don't, don't behove, the future is here, don't you know? behind the ho ho and the booty call, there's still a truth, it ain't a foe. believe yourself not what you see, the truth is your own, it's what you want it to be. i believe in the being, the freeing of the mind, leave everyone else's worries behind. don't be bland, a sandwich fan, make your own dishes, find the ingredients, enrich us. create before it is too late. you gotta cook it, yeah cook it.