I feel nothing or I feel everything
I am directed by my passion or I am lost
A picture has a thousand words
And a painting tells a story
A poem is a glimpse into a soul
And a yarn enraptures me into another world
Music brings me to life
And art orchestrates my world

His dreams were taken away
His originality beaten and bashed
Seen as though through a glass darkly
They couldn’t spare their time
Never seen for as he was
A delicate soul scarred and bruised
No longer was he light as air
Inside he turned
Now in the puddle a villain’s replaced
The hero that once was there…

I used to dare and dream to be
Now I dream but cannot see
I roam the chinks in my mind
The hitch unraveled now I’m blind
I reach for its vacillating cord
Though my wills’ lack concord
I long to arrest and lace it back
I chase, I run; the dream’s opaque