17 October 2013

Postponed Past Plans

When I look upon an empty page
Interlaced images
Versus an undesirable path
My soul can feel empty
Integrity can seem broken
Success achieved through fakery
Placebo pills to satisfy
I want them to force inside
I'll gladly push with them
To have hands move favourably
Filling in the void on my own terms
Time to move the images
On my watch

What happened to that grand idea I had
The spark of creativity that once compelled me
Where words and form came natural
Yet nothing could be molded in one sitting
Was it the control in other images that halted me
Or the passing of time
I like to think that it's the undesirable path
But I can't be sure

I'm starving myself on so many levels
The smallest of treats now make me sick
They once only used to kill me

Decision that nothing can be truly devoid
That artistry exists in all things
No matter how benign or intrusive
Must be held as true
Distractions fed by touch have to be
For action reaction and emotion will be valid

I've begun the metamorphosis
At first it was painful
But I will have my second stage
It has begun
Only greatness awaits me now