Living with an altered stare of mind
My thoughts become the world I see
I peel the image birthed from the same kind
I discover that purpose amounts to a recurring dream

I use the physical manifestation of my existence
To craft a piece of my intangible parts
This world where immortality is bound to presence
I capture time within a soul filled art

In this world where every man is template
I carve a portion of myself to show my kin
Hope that it is unique yet filled semblance
I gift the world my graces and my sins

I am an artist
A creative being
I hate to love it
A lonely thing