It's whatever and that's the way it is.

Work, work, work,

blah, blah, blah,

Art

and

sleep.

art

and

sleep.

Cycles bike through my mind, but still behind.

Reruns of do-overs don't stop what's in my mind.

Time and again

things seem to never change, but never stay the same.

I'm not one to consider myself in the art world,

but,

I am in a world of art.

Mine...

And I like it.

- The Urban Monk 2011