lyrical abstraction

My life is a moving piece of art... I bleed excellence, I piss fame... One day is gritty, abstract, and confusing... Other days are glamourous, so pretty that if you look for too long, you fear you might infect it with your own insecurities... Any day it could be plain, posessing a lifeless, still simplicity as the Mona Lisa... Sometimes it's a sculture forever shifting into what the crowd wants to be ... It's hard having your life be art... You're either timeless or temporary fad... So with that being said, Here is my chance to dance with eternity...
(so turn the beat up why don't you?)