Art Under Arm

Painting pictures with thousands of words, Everybody's an artist and poet today. Traveling for stardom on man made birds Or on fast moving trains along the superhighway, They fly by. Now who can track reasonable duty? Instead, fantasies thrive on the sun's hot wings, And everything is blurred beyond natural beauty; If their passions are set toward earthly things, Why are they, who should hike and pedal bikes To find snapshots of new poses along old trails, Which lead to the expressway from routes of turnpikes, Bypassing roses and dues with vanity along the rails; Where dreams are as real as they feel to dreamers, Burning lusts dissipate dew from plush green valleys From mountain top scenarios. The wishes of blasphemers Ignore the School of Thought, yet implore schemes for tallies. Riding coach with first class treatment without hesitations To break sound barriers, void of time, talents, treasures and pain, These counterfeiters move on their way to one stop destinations Arriving with open umbrellas under formless clouds without rain.