Reaching

Reaching

When you reach, you become one

The push to the constantly leading aesthetic edge

It’s emotions to the extreme driven by life

They drive you inside and manifest out

No surprise there’s a reach for absinthe, LSD or other

Loneliness, heartache or romantic wreckage is your lover

The road to reach is a drug itself, a mutha

It’s excellence and there’s no end and no cover

Singer, song writer, poet, musician – susceptible

One, both or mix of all, leverages – incorrigible

It’s a frightening feeling when you reach into your being

You’re a conduit of doing and your fingers are in the surreal realm doing

But there’s no magic in this heated kiln

You know the hours spent forming, fighting frustration’s kin

Reaching to get to where it can begin

Not reaching is an artistic sin