Once upon a time
It was in a movie
I saw actors using
Wind shaped smoke as stairs
And although our lives are
Sometimes tragic one
Just can’t escape the magic
That thing that kept us returning
Once the plot upon the
Stage was done
Sometimes we are
The understudy
Sometimes the marquis light
Spells out our name
But take a look the
Work that we put forth
It proudly points us
Towards the north
Our winning hand dealt
Puts us where we begun
Is it new ideas from a fresh sunrise
New ways to see the pictures
From our meager art supplies
Is there one more painting left
As the old record skips
Is there at least one more slow dance
One more kiss upon these lips
Do we raise our hands up
To watch our children strain to see
Is it new ideas from a fresh sunrise
New eyes to make the picture there
Set aside the smelly paste
Computer graphics we now chase
As we put the brush away our hands
And then our lips visit and taste
Once upon a time
It was in a movie
I saw actors using
Wind shaped smoke as stairs

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