i sleep a little,yet worry a lot.
still stuck inside of what i'm not.
i look ahead,getting pulled behind.
dreams still exist in this twisted mind.
i create to escape, art always calls me.
then display it to release for all to see.
words, paint strokes, pixels, blues and reds.
anger and pain begin to leak from my head.
pages fill, canvas is covered, thoughts in flight.
like it or hate it i know i served my soul right.
brutal yet fruitful, i plant seeds within my lines.
this world can be ugly, but i could never be blind.
make sense of nonsense, make order out of chaos.
fair is not a fact and karma never takes days off.
be offended less, take the jewel out of the thorns.
a man can say nothing to leave my heart torn.
learn from adversity, run to the things u fear.
dont crumble and let this world see your tears.
i would rather be a tiger that lives for a day.
than a Sika deer who lives and runs forever.
~ceL
