You start out with hopes and dreams.
To create art is the purpose and way.
Life doesn’t evolve, as first it seems,
Hopes and dreams go somehow astray.
Dreams are replaced by reality,
And nature does take its course.
Soon there is a wife and family,
Their welfare is the driving force.
Soon you become a common man,
Work for money and drive a car.
You lie upon the sand to get a tan,
Absorbing rays from the nearest star.
The ancient ocean used to compel you,
To contemplate existence as a whole,
But the reality of life will soon tell you,
You must act out your existing role.
So why exist here in the first place?
The question you asked since day one.
It is to be a member of the human race
And to enjoy the warmth of the sun.