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 when you have the weight of the 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 your 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