Unlock.

Searching for the key.
The answer to find.

When will I let me,
Out of my own mind?

Just recently made aware of the prison.
What were my crimes? Will I be forgiven?

Stop thinking.
You're probably channeling.

No past, it's the present you're handling.

The future is just another idea.
The moment at hand is all that's real.

Unlock my cage, let me live now.
The key is in my hand, I have to show me how.

Such is Life

Looking for pen.
Found it behind your ear.

Such is life.

We build worlds.
The walls block out the harshest elements.

I wonder if it can be judged,
Good or bad?

If "there" is the only place we know exists...

Searching for the big picture.
In the dark hanging from the Sistine Chapel ceiling,
With just a candle.

I just want the truth,
Afraid to be mistaken for a vandal.


Protected by illusions.
Sharply penetrated -> Reality -> Contusion

Shattered sky = conclusion,

The shards are falling.

To reveal what?
The Heavens are calling.

Questions to Transition

Birds swimming in the air,
Just isn't fair...

I'm stuck down here.

I guess we learn to go where we must,
Right now, I linger in the cusp.

Blurring of extremes,
No wonder life is so grey.

Shall I become more extreme,
Or do,
Here I stay?


Could we call 'grey' balanced?
Or do dive into the black or white challenge?

Artist

Is life solid or is it paisley patterned?
Ordered and linear?
Or is it all splattered?

It cant be absolute so finish what you've started.
It's your canvas, use your paints.
Be an artist.