I have my Dear Life,
And, I shut the door-
Who says she is not full?
He is a liar or ignoramus-
For dance, poetry and music
All art we have in here-
’Thout writing, singing and dancing!
Who will appreciate you when you are a beautiful mystery
Who will punish you when you foul in the night?
For the world goes through recognition
The recognised wins or loses
When he in the mist neither wins nor loses.