Thou shall remain, legitimate or not

Petroglyph left by early Native Americans. Rock Art - Wild Horse Canyon [San Raphael Swell, Utah] - Vinceable91

Hearts from four contrasting corners

connected at the centre.

We grew to love the city

and its delicacies, 

but not its people.

We learnt our way around

but always found our soul attached to the ground.

We plucked it together

and reached a new high of life.

And there we were,

driving on the well-lit city roads,

flying inside our hot-box,

calm and quiet.

Then, we flew into a dream

painted by Pink Floyd,

delivered by the boom-box,

turning that tiny reunion into a 

“concert on wheels.”

There is something about legitimacy,

that creates intimacy.

And there is something about piracy,

that creates animosity.

Legitimacy is fair,

for an artist, like a mother’s care.

On the other hand,

it’s a scare

for a kind human pair.

Us monkeys,

don’t need a bill to tie us down.

We already are tied to each other

in sickness and in health.

We don’t just need a group, 

we need our personalised herd.

like our cousin chimpanzee,

cousin gorilla

and cousin bonobo.

A watermelon could win 

a bonobo-man some kin.

For a man-band,

victory is rewarded with

money and album-kin.

A piece of mind and a dream 

is what the kin people win.

How does one put a price on that!

Well, we do, we all do.

While, we sailed away into actual dreams,

we woke-up as humans still “young, wild and free.”

There isn’t a measure

that could measure our legitimacy.

There isn’t a stamp

that could stamp a name on our relationships.

Everything can’t be seen with eyes.

In fact, one of the best things is seen in unconsciousness,

that has the sight of an artist.

We are all artists,

we unconsciously create in our sleep,

a painting, a sketch, a movie, a song, an infinity,

from the daily scenes, we perceive.

We do sell our dream,

to thou who shan’t be named.

In return, we gain faith mutually

and share pain exclusively

in our self-crafted herd.