kalidoscope realities
have seemed to
disillusion me
speaking of the times
my life was in
the clouds

journys end
new spirits
begin
wondering why
im this
all the time

wheres my art
wheres my dreams
why do i feel capable
but never do anything

and when will the gun
bang inside my brain
to start off right foot
to race out of gate

searching for a grin
a comatose state
does not seem
to suit me well

i would like
my suit well
tailored
with screams
of colors
and sissors
and paint......