I am too serious

I am too serious

I have the furrowed brow

I look at Life squarely

That throws curves at me now

Surrender illusions

Finally find the real

Think more about my thoughts

And less of how I feel

Coming out of the void

Coming out of the void

I should sing like a bird

But I haven’t a voice

And my sounds are absurd

Caught living but not Life
To know I have not won

Not master and missing

My own chorus unsung

The sun slowly rises

The sun slowly rises

And then it slowly sets

And somewhere in daylight

My shadow comes to rest

Two days to breathe again

To venture out in light

To ask time to slow down

While I attempt my flight

Out of the abstract

Out of the abstract

And into a field

Away from the black

Towards what is real

A slow waltzing step

My third eye can see

No longer held kept

At last I am free

Painting in a fury

Painting in a fury

Look at the flying crows

Cawing over the fields

Above the spreading rows

The clouds they huff and puff

And billow out the sun

The path is bent and ends

Not far from its begun

I’m making mosaics

I’m making mosaics

With the shapes I have found

I’m back to the basics

Square, triangle and round

Discarding the pieces

That never seem to fit

Like writing my thesis

But with shapes, grout and grit

It’s no more than a scratch

It’s no more than a scratch

Yet I think it slays me

Are the odds clearly stacked

So strongly against me

So bewitched with the past

The past is a fooler

What was once set with diamonds

But time's not a jeweler