The Art

Of Existence

It comes in many forms and is fragile, It’s an art that requires compromise, And in the end, it isn’t easy to mend, Something money cannot buy.

It’s the art of existence, Living from day to day, Founded on beliefs devised by a thief, Many get down on their knees and pray.

It’s a way of life and living, Being in a world of actuality, It’s about survival and revival, And the wonder of reality

Then there’s artificial intelligence, Solving problems based on questionnaires, Being brave and bold to question what we’re told, And not be afraid to try the double dares.

It’s also about the art of survival, And optimizing healthy attitudes, Working through the space of the human race, And understanding different latitudes.

Sailing away out of the harbour, Experiencing the expanses of the sea, On a moonless night watching with delight, The stars are as far as the eye can see.

The smell of the earth, the feeling of joy, Experiencing the madness of love, When it’s said and done, all things under the sun, It is manna from above.

It’s all about the art of existence, The time we can find to be alone, Acting on a whim and fancy, The experience of meeting the unknown.

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David Rudder 2022

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