Sometimes
The beauty
Of a moment
Takes the work
Out of the job
The beauty
Of a moment
Takes the work
Out of the job
So I seek the beauty
In every moment
So I seek the beauty
In every moment
Such are the conditions
Of beautiful perfections
Sometimes I squint
To smudge the world
Within my mind
Then paint upon
The softened scene
A different
Kind of magic
Which gets me
To wondering
How is it thought so awful
To get the blues
My mind
Fills the emptiness
Unspoken
Creates
Stories imagined but
Untold
A shadow
In the darkness
Of multitudes