Poetry is alive and well,
what helps you experience the seasons,
helps you realize you fell
for that boy – all the wrong reasons.
Poetry is an escape route –
when you are lost, it is a trustworthy guide.
For all the times you drown in doubt,
it is a quiet friend in which you confide.
Poetry is in the streets,
it can be seen in every face…
an artist’s greatest defeats,
her mind immersed in deep space.
Set over the atmosphere, a subtle gloom
where we produce in the way we consume.
(Inspired by quotes from Matty Healy, The 1975)