dusk

I’m a little swarm of dots bound by gravity to a solid Line.

Traveling left to right,see it like I see it.

There’s a grid and it’s defining time.

And the talented ones will jump around, they will think up brilliant little patterns.

They will glide with the solid line, tied to time and swimming so fine.

I don’t think it’s an accident, I think people are given natural abilities when they’re born, almost like rolling the dice for a person’s attributes..

But how they travel with the line,,, I think that’s intentional.

I don’t think anyone’s good enough to just take their hands off the keyboard. To point the ship in a direction and hope it sails there okay..

Nah..

It’s intentional.

People make intentional choices and maneuvers and they try to hit as close to that beat as they can.

And that’s what’s called “being in control of your life”.

Not a cheat code.

So if life is the DAW, THEN THE EFFORT IS PEDALING AN EXERCISE BIKE TO PROVIDE THE ELECTRICITY FOR THE GODDAMN COMPUTER..

Whoops, caps .

A bit cap..

I’m jealous of them, sure.

I think a handful of artists could operate off of flow, but not for very long.

Even the ones that seem Lucy goosey,, there’s still a fire in the center that drives.

It might not drive them to the job site, might not drive them to the gym… But it tries to care ..

And to care immensely about the craft.

(that’s neat)

It is..

I play for pleasure and that’s fine, But I’m also a grateful audience member.