There are people among us 
who live through days and years 
and sometimes a lifetime 
without knowing, 
seeking or appreciating 
music, art, poetry or literature. 

Some don't try 
and for some, it never occurs 
that there could be dimensions 
beyond the ones they see 
or hear 
dimensions of substance, 
thought and experience
lying around in abundance 
all around them. 

I wonder about those people 
those unfortunate people
who would never know 
what true sadness or happiness 
have brought out 
in writers, poets and artists, 
what flows through their minds 
and creates art, substance, 
that outlives the creator 
and stays relevant, relatable 
through decades and generations 
for the ones that seek them, 
and oblivious to their flock 
through decades and generations.