Viva La Vie Boheme

No three-piece suits No conformity New ideas Feared by the norm Given room to grow Not held down by rules Freed by those who fight the mainstream People who want to be an us Rather than part of the them Artists, actors Poets, writers Singers and dancers Together in old brownstones Candles for light Little to eat No money to pay the bills Yet they create On the steps and on every street corner Songs playing late into the night Guitars and makeshift drums Vocals match the primitive beats Poets and writers sit alone in their rooms Hiding in little light they stare into space Dreaming of the next word Trying to find the perfect line Artists look into a world of brick and concrete Seeing beauty in what others cannot see The flower on the curb Beautifully alive Bright colors Reds, blues and golds Become a painting few will ever see They do not create for money There will be none They do not create for fame That will come long after they are gone They create for inner peace Words, colors and sounds Soothe them Calm them They can forget the problems of the world And share a promised land Viva la vie Boheme