And this is here
Purely because I want to print it.
Horizon
Tug the sheets over horizon
Put the blinds around the situation
Pull the spray paint off the shelf
Spring on the colours of your head
Ninety nine times out of ten
You’ll never hit it on the point
Stop your thoughts running too fast for you to think
Don’t be too hypocritical of yourself
Throw me your anvil
This weight isn’t holding me down anymore
Observe at how I swerve
When you burst through the seams
Crash in and make a scene
And stay serene
All the way in to my jail
And then my thoughts will sail
Through to the blue horizon
My Artist
Verse 1
Coming down, strike the land below
Making sure, my angry voice can blow
The present which is traveling
This still life that is stagnating
Verse 2
Moans and screams, assail this silence
Searching blindly, for this imminence
Prospect future, just deception
Destroyed hope, leaves desolation
Chorus
Smiles and tears – joy and fear
Paradox invades my soul
Running away, to find my goal
Place, people, but I can’t hear
Verse 3
So I stand, high up on the steps
To absent me, from natures disgrace
The canvas has, arrived to draw the new
All those paintings come to decorate our world
