Ode to Jim Morrison: Venice Babe

Live
For tomorrow is not promised
Live
For today is the beginning of eternity
Speak
Upon the highest hill on the mountainside
Penetrate the skin that lies around you
Grasp onto insanity
Let yourself go
Let yourself be heard
Not seen
For no one
Can bask in the loneliness of life
Seeking a new fetish
For the world is too much of a bore to bear
He lives above us all
Telling us of his glorious presence
Though he no longer lives with us
He is still present
In the way we present ourselves
A god
A magnificent creature
He speaks
Of death
Sanity
Passion
He says he enjoyed the fame
Even though we know
It was all a gateway
To his unfortunate end
He was young
Though people still look upon him
He smiles down on us, saying
Be free, my sweet child
For the future is only a vice
That holds us most gracefully.