Notion

You watch and let it slip
Through your fingers again
Transfixed in escapism
Beyond reach to comprehend
To find a way inside

Past mind conditioned, fixed
The picture yours but not mine
Begging to be part of this

How can this be an everything
When closed eyes anchor the weight?
Trying to live in the real world
Of perfection, such beauty

Decay
You questioned everything
Confused by existence
No art hangs in this house now
How could any make sense?

You exhibit sorrow
And I should know
No trust in tomorrow
Keeping yourself to yourself