• Can you feel the tension,
    as the lips of reality and destiny meet?
    Can you taste the rebellion,
    as we run down this empty street?
    Can you see the beauty,
    in the urchin girl's eyes?

    There is your truth,
    not in the courtroom.
    There is your love,
    not in the kisses.
    There is your perfection,
    not in the diamonds.

    No poet can ever capture the feeling
    of feeling what's real.