Two wheels and an attitude

Two wheels and an attitude

Art is in the beauty of the moment
Art is in the flesh blood muscle and bone
Art is standing naked before the sun
With a message of truth from the hearts home

It is in the tear drops that fall for sadness
It is in the tear drops that fall for joy
It is in that first awkward ecstatic time
We danced together as young girls and boys

It is in that mad run on wet spring grass
It is the heat of the day warming the skin
Art is in the essence of how we all come to end
But it is also there where we begin

Art might be an orange rose by a woman's porch
A ride on a motorcycle with the wind in your hair
It might be just parking that thing for a while
And simply enjoying being anywhere



Neils
8:17 pm
04/18/2005
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transcribed this time
8:23 pm
04/18/2005