Poetry

Have you looked for the poetry beneath the surface Looked beneath the perfects Seen the beauty in your day to day urges Where the arms of your lovers are like churches Where night after night you worship And your morning commutes are like verses Your poetry is your purpose Have you looked for the poetry beneath the grind Even whеn you have the weight of thе world on your spine And your card just got declined But one smile from that pretty woman you were standing behind Turns your day into wine It gets better with time Look for the poetry in laugher Look for the poetry in drama Cause there's poetry in pain There's poetry in gain There's poetry in our every day In the trees when they sway In the British skies as they transition between the blues and the greys In the eyes of the old man when he waits to see another day In the eyes of the young boy who says, "Can you come out to play?" Look for the poetry, look for the poetry Because we are the poets, writers of our own destiny With a lighter and a pen in your hand indefinitely Don't fall for the dreams that they sell you 'cause they're temporary There's poetry living in you heart taking up residency Have you looked for the poetry Look for the poetry in laugher Look for the poetry in drama 'Cause there's poetry in pains There's poetry in gains Look for the poetry in laugher Look for the poetry in drama 'Cause there's poetry in pains There's poetry in gains Gains, gains, gains, gains Gains, gains, gains, gains Gains, gains, gains, gains