Breathe in and blow everything out of proportion A manic artist versus the abstract composition
In my head this all looked as perfect as imagination The challenge was blending the line between fantasy and reality To get the inner critic to agree Worlds colliding this one into the next
Dreams manifested to the forefront of a visionary gone inside himself
Throwing myself against the walls of my mind In an attempt to think outside the box. Even in our own heads they've got us on lockdown With the chemical constraints constricting creativity These straightjackets of sorts Straightening out the free-thinkers
A fourth wall broken
Pretentions are high On the artist's plane Subjectively selling ourselves out to a shallow medium The mainstream The water we should be walking on We're drown out in. Drawn into the background of the bigger picture.