Paroles de Estivation

Strokes from a brush The work and the artist A dichotomy to separate us Until we can create on our own Our greatest flaw Not seeing what matters most Not believing what we’re told Until we see the whole To create is to give of one’s self To empty in hopes of touching another But is hope enough When there is no certainty Is fear enough to feed a passion And we'll be one soon Unite and make whole We are the gallery We are the work and the art When we can create on our own There is no dichotomy Unite to be whole Destroy to make whole A dichotomy with the same outcome Do I truly have a choice To find inspiration Leads us for only so long If we lose sight Dreams are lost in progress