Talentless???

It cannot be trained, only nurtured

Wished for but never arrive

It’s ephemerality in-built, never to be lost only butchered

You heard Sinatra sing, born for it!

Mr Cohen’s lyrical poetry couldn’t be any other way!

Bukowski or Knut, will show you what it’s all about!

Their’s to piss-away!

What do you do when you wake up and you have nothing?

There’s one genius per hundred year, if that…

There’s ten new artists worth listening to spread across a decade.

And nobody writes a damn thing worth staring at!

Yet you must move, interact, but why?

You will only fail

Fall far from puking heights

My answer

If I do not have it

I shall jump, with or without a parachute

into a volcano and die like I gave a fuck!

Follow the Feeling