The Subjectivity of Art

I guess it's all a matter of taste and style. But which do you prefer?

They say things like..

 

Current mood:

A leaf.

Hitchhiking on the whispers of mother nature.

Freedom rider!

Nomad.

the traveler

 

I journey til life says "no more."

Used and hardened

Breaking under the weight of man.

I breathed life into you, and

You walk all over me like I'm nothing..

 

I am nothing

I am something.

 

While I say things like..

 

Father Time comes time and time again,

Exposing our differences

Which in the end,

Is superficial

Just rituals

 

We're so many shades

Unveiling the beauty within us.

Providing cover to others

Predictable circumstances expose our true nature.

 

But every year it's the same cold shoulder

The "these arms can't hold ya"

The "I don't know ya!"

Fair weather friend!

You never seem to know me when the

fair weather ends

 

You just let me go,

No concerns about where I'll end up.

I'll just pack my seed

And leave

You let me down, but with a little shine

watch how I stand up!

 

On my own.