Persona

What is art? If not for itself,
Why does it exist? As a symbol of wealth?

Or does it instead exist alone,
Like the kid at the table they think is forlorn.

Then "that group" approaches, all full of themselves,
Proclaiming "Jesus can even save your poor little self!"

They've all been told by teachers, pastors, and dads,
That this poor little lad lives a life that's so sad.

But imagine their faces when they hear him saying,
I'm sorry guys, but those seats are taken.

"What do you mean? You sit by yourself."
"That doesn't mean they aren't for someone else.

See those are the seats, that sit idly by,
Waiting for someone worthy to try.

Those aren't just seats; they're thrones for gods.
Those that rise above the thoughts of the mobs.

This is art in its purest form.
Not tried by fire, but a fire of its own.

For good art to make, separate it must remain,
Far away from, the consentual brain.

This is the song, sung in the rain.
"Man's right to exist." The perfect refrain.