Art of Tomorrow

Quantum realities of the day measured
Created in observation feelings that have no fault
Hope in me and doorways digested directed
I have passed through

There is a meaning feeling and look
Along with everything you bring
We may not comprehend but we breath one air
Lucky there is more

Today is not the question
Tomorrow is not the problem
Life finds bottle necks quite naturally
There is a world apart

Justice is not a need
Understand your want
Less lies
Ignorance ends
Expectations extrapolations extensions

These are not my ways
An equation of time unbalanced
I will not make it
There is strength in me I have not met
You are a question of tomorrow;  today your not a problem

I see and it is
You see and we are
You see and it is
I see what we can be tomorrow
Art that doesn't have significance we were already done

they are territorial
Will not play along
They have already lost
Just not today
Art stands

Do we create what we love
this knack for unbalanced equations
I hug trees only because they hug me fill my lungs this breath of life
What some call the soul
Bared?  Not quite

They don't know what they are taking about
I feel different than anyone has said
There is something to see
Others see things
I feel therefore I think I know something

Justice is not a weed
Understand what is beautiful
Less truth will not do
Instinctive intuitive
Elusive egocentric

You may not see certain words
Some feelings are wrong
Certain things belong together
And too often find themselves strangers
We are like that; art of tomorrow