by Johnny Hughes

Keep it fast and keep it funny.
Do the art. Forget money.
Buy time and freedom, but you can’t buy art.
She’ll visit you at the damnedest times,
Little stabbing thoughts, where colors rhyme.
But when she’s there, let her play her part.
Let her remain a mystery,
The veiled ladies of history,
She’ll ask for more than just your heart.
Her past just has to be the past for me
Castastrophes don’t last for me;
Where to go is bigger than where you’ve been
Hope up river it’s the only high,
A happy hello beats a lonely goodbye.
Choose your course. You’ll get there in a grin.
The sunlight’s singing. Winter’s dawning.
Last night is over. Don’t miss the morning.
Look in the mirror. There’s your strongest friend.