I want to draw the knowing line.  
I want to draw the knowing line.  

Pulled from the past of my own broken mind
A beautiful poem with the scent of the pine
It looks like a lemon and smells like a lime
I want to draw the knowing line
This time
The knowing glowing line.

My sight has gone crooked my brushes are dry
I work in the sun and for water I cry
I try and I try and I try and I try
To draw a knowing line
This time
To draw the knowing line

The clouds have all gathered and look down on my art
The rain is now falling  I’m falling apart
My canvas is dripping and I reach out to start
To feel the knowing line
This time
To search for the knowing line.

The thunder is crashing from a clear sunny sky
I paint and I draw and I rhyme and I cry
The moment has come and goes blank in my eye
A moment in time
A moment sublime
The delicate magic created is blind
And there is the knowing line
This time
I’ m holding the knowing line
A scribble that travels from now for all time
Looks like a lemon and smelling like lime
There is the knowing line.
This time
I’m holding the knowing line.