Based on the brilliant Poem by Charles Bukowski – Roll The Dice
Fighting against this tide, the tide of negativity that floods towards me and from me, the water that has no answers from motivational speakers, they don’t answer my thoughts, these thoughts are heavy, yet, still I lift.
These dreams that are scary as fuck, yet still I sleep.
My eyes are tired and weary from this battle and the 100 before it, yet I still see beauty where none do.
Most don’t understand my ideas of living beyond society and mortgages, beyond car insurance and superannuation, never understanding the responsibility to create, create happiness and moments, create art and meaning, create architectures of form and lucidity, creating me.