Drawn
Drawn from one
imagination
As all the beautiful images
From the Artist’s reflection
A thought before the Ages –
Why do we jump off the pages?
As all the beautiful images
From the Artist’s reflection
A thought before the Ages –
Why do we jump off the pages?
Fearfully and wonderfully made
Drawn in the same sketchbook
But we’re so easily swayed
Wondering what’s the next look
Making up our own rulebook
From a sickness of the heart
As the lost lead the lost
Even drawn to the aberrant
Ignoring the inevitable cost
Deception without exhaust
Soon the pages decrease in art
Not by lack of brush or pen
Or the inability to impart
But drawn by the creation
To the point of degradation
Unrecognizable to any eye
We become indelibly blind
As the images believe the Lie
And warp the original design
Drawn away from the Mastermind
~
Similar in theme to The Road Map [a pantoum]
