the paintbrush flows like water.
it sees me through thick and thin
But me, i cant seem to find it.
i cant seem to search within.
my body teches the lessons
that i can never learn.
we slowly grow apart
while i live without concern.


television passes in front of me
and i follow without a trail.
my life, my love, they reach out
but my body is just too frail.
The days get colder
and i get get slower.
filled with pills and powders.
yet i still feel so sour.


i see us dying, crying, but never gliding
im never smooth enough,
but forever denying.
seeing this downward spiral
viral and ever binding.
we have potential and ambition.
so i must stop rewinding.


...we are not at peace yet
but i will find a sign
thus combining the body, soul and mind.