running a mile,
tired.
feeling like im at the end of that artistic spell,
he took my hand,led me to a hole
willingly i fell.
like pain is more than love
mud,muck,sweet smells
...confusion and such.
freedom comes in different forms...
mine came in an endless pool of ink
and a sack of quills
parchment to complete the riddle.
3 wise men,
and a woman beside them.
im i the best of three...
or all three?
confessions of sanity then insane trials...
its either the talent or the passion.
im all about the black and white.
and my confusion,
clear as day.