art does not part.

art, art, oh where to start.

the cart, the part, oh where to begin.

does life have meaning, does life have song.

when in art we do something wrong.

art does no start with things we see, but things we dream.

art is somthing we eagerly want like whipped cream.

art can be somthing like just a blue dot, the spot of the sky, the triamph in ones eye.

art is different to every one you see.

it could be words making a poem, or a song the we sing.

do we have art, do we know where to start. 

do we the people not see.

art in ones heart, will never part.

when we can really sing.

(just doing this from the top of my head)

R.M.