one evening as i sit listening to poetry
it strikes me out of the blue
like a bolt-
the purpose of what i do.
we bring joy and beauty
to an otherwise barren world
things would be so dead
if we didnt try to keep the spirit alive
finally!
some sense in my being
what a relieving thought this is
how liberating.
i no longer need to justify further what i do
dont need no logic
dont need any approvals
the weight is off my shoulders
i know within myself what i am
