art in me
images on the sidewalk speak of dream´s decent washed away by storms to graves of cynical lament dirty canvases to call my own protest limericks carved by the old pay phone
in your picture book i´m trying hard to see turning endless pages of this tragedy sculpting every move you compose a symphony you plead to everyone, "see the art in me" broken stained-glass windows, the fragments ramble on tales of broken souls, an eternity´s been won as critics scorn the thoughts and works of mortal man my eyes are drawn to you in awe once again in your picture book i´m trying hard to see turning endless pages of this tragedy sculpting every move you compose a symphony you plead to everyone, "see the art in me"
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