In Continuum.

The Artist

A work of impulse. Do forgive me. I remember when I wrote this, I was in a rather shaky state, trying too hard and too little at the same time, however contradictory that might have sounded. But I thought, I needed something of myself on this blog from that period of time. So here you go, good or bad, honestly speaking I don't even care.

I drew an arch tonight
I drew an arch across the sky
To distinguish your side of the world from mine
Just so it is easier to say goodbye

I drew a man tonight
I drew a man falling from the sky
Saw him as he fell through his own broken pride
The bloody mess ensued kind of looked like mine

Because in my dream country there is no life
No laughing children dancing in the rye

So I painted a canvas, a canvas with you
I painted a canvas, I colored me blue
I drew a horse and in the corner a tree
I called this painting "My Ultimate Make-believe"

I drew a heart tonight
I drew a heart across the sky
Tore it up into a million pieces
Left them scattered to wither and die

Because in my dream country there is no life
No laughing children dancing in the rye

So I painted a canvas, a canvas with you
I painted a canvas, pretentiously beautiful
I drew a bird and in the corner that's me
Still together, I called this the "Delusional Dream"

The artist took a peek at the coral riff
Decided to throw himself over the cliff
So much for the palettes and the paints and the brushes and everything
Because in them I never truly believed

So I burnt the canvas, the canvas with you
So I burnt the canvas, the canvas with you
That very same one that I colored me blue
So I burnt the canvas, the canvas with you