Mik InSite :: poison :: Original Poetry

Mik InSite

I am asking you this, I am trying to be kind

What really going on in a artist’s mind.

They seem so self absorbent, and unapproachable at best,

Acting as if they’re privy to some information, that eludes the rest…

What must I do to get invited to that place…

Where stars and planets are their own private space..

Seems all too strange and foreign to me

But they are very relaxed, and happy as can be..

How can one travel there and then back

And promptly resume on their own personal track.

and not wonder perhaps, with all attrition,

is this the stage for some ultimate audition,

clamoring, rustling and finally settling down,

to entertain and amaze this world, their crowd