The hot blood of life’s blindfolds running through my veins
Corrupted visions of fate entwined with hopeless fear
As I shake within
cradling my quivering soul beneath me
encompassed by an energy I make little sense of
reaching deep down within toward the blindfolds we wear…
And trembling to and fro beneath this veil
one more quaking thrust forward in and out of this world
as tears come I quiver along with you
and enfold a paintbrush in my arms….
The cold blood of life’s blindfolds corrupting the flow in my veins
Visions of consequence entwined with hopeless faith
As so many bid me farewell and God bless
At a distance I sit and wonder what it is I am thanked for
Who and what my work has touched
To see deep down within toward the blindfolds few discard…
A dance of the harshest reproof
As confusion creates a void inside me
As we disregard each other
It is clearer to me how much tighter I must grasp my paintbrush
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