These are the days of forever
Background composition plays
Imagine the tint and taste
Know it to the brink
Outlines that bind these wants
Blank mind upon canvas
Hand frozen so intimately
A breath's space from...

Talent my friend gone errant
I miss him, meds dismiss this
Better with out, out when with them
I hold my breath and find
Again... Blank Canvas.
or at least the need
Is hidden behind the spread of time
That alas, this canvas represents.