Now I would like to paint
Every sweet, lost line
Of where the shadows of
This endless complexity

Got lost in the frazzled
Painting of bottomless creation

Will I ever be able
To find this breathless philosophy
Of what happiness has planned
For every corner of my mind?

This is where the dark
Mystery of invisible waltzes
With time, disappears in a faint note
Lost to all the partners of this senseless reality

This is where
The balance returns
To the whispering wind
Untouched by the heartless minds

Of dreamers who never wander
Beyond the realism that is
Holding them on the string
Of their unbalanced existence

And the only way
Out of this spiraling
Spectrum of absolute confusion
Is to find the fantasy

In every corner of unbalanced observation…