[Creativity muffled as monotonous streets pass us by.]
By audrina
Creativity muffled as monotonous streets pass us by. Galleries bolted in the shadows of technology, as society loses the intensity of each artists inspiration. Busy sreets forfeit time within schedules of deprevation. BEHOLD......the busker playing his soul for a quarter, an empty jar dwindles his hope, diminished eyes of nescience hide from his determination. Rationality plays no part in this madness. An excuse of occupational ties shows fear of exploration. Freedom has no comprimise. Written February 15th, 2002 © on Feb 14 2002 06:02 PM PST 0 • 9
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"Creativity muffled as monotonous streets pass us by...."