(...)the continue of Ani's lyrics
I had leave the house of conformity, in order to make art
I had to be more and less true, to learn to tell the two apart
I had to leave the house of fear, just about as soon as I could crawl
Ignore my face on a wanted poster, stuck to the post office wall
I had leave the house of self-importance, toodle my first tattoo
To realize a tattoo is no more permanent... than I am!
And who ever said that life is suffering,I think they had their finger on the pulse of joy
And the power of transcendence... made its grace a practice we can employ"
SandyB.
