life is a true work of art
apart from it’s imperfections
its mystique never lessens
The touch of the wind on my skin
reminds me to search for clarity
in moment’s of uncertainty
watching sunbeams dance
around whirling leaves
clouds floating like unrestrained dreams
I finally come back to an time
when I wasn’t afraid to fly among them
take this paint brush named ambition
and create new canvas titled redemption
life is an work of art, absurd and abstract
but we can only see the beauty of it
in light of that fact.

it's getting really hard to keep caring
everyday I keeping pushing on for no reason
maybe its hope that guiding me along
but most days hope seems like a pipe dream
 keeping up appearances for everyone Else's sake
 that's what a good child does
 most days I live in a dream
 a dream of something I try to be
 something people can be proud of
 I always fail at what I try
 and everyone is so nice
 pretending not to notice
 don't know how much more of this
 I'm willing to walk through
 but I guess time will tell