If my life were a curated show,
Your art would set on a wall of its own.
If my life were the length of a crane,
You'd climb up that crane, people'd call you insane.
If my life were held inside a fence,
You would stay in my fence, though it'd make little since.
If my life was just one grain of sand,
I would be the one that stuck to your hand.
My life is my life, is the real truth, though.
And you don't bother with non-curated shows.
