In a world where everything is destroyed
(or used to destroy)
art is immortal, and builds the soul.
Nothing can be articulated,
that hasn’t already been said.
We’ve already lived the beginning,
the middle, and the end.
Experience is individual,
every individual – unique.
This world may be the only one.
And we’re the only ones who think.
But if you really give it thought
we know that cannot be the case.
With sympathy and empathy
we really learn our place.
In a world where nothing real is new,
reality is ever-aging, ever-changing.
Art is immortal,
we are Art.
Art is the reflection of
our soul.
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