Looking from outside in
the images fades into shadows
what is seen may not be there
but left only a stain of exsitance
every motion captured in fine ink
Yet inside looking out
there is much of nothing
only the daily sculptures
bad memories and images
that has pushed me into corners
Places i invision as i stare
things my soul wish to be
for here looking from this window
into another has grasp me to
savior these moments in life
the images fades into shadows
what is seen may not be there
but left only a stain of exsitance
every motion captured in fine ink
Yet inside looking out
there is much of nothing
only the daily sculptures
bad memories and images
that has pushed me into corners
Places i invision as i stare
things my soul wish to be
for here looking from this window
into another has grasp me to
savior these moments in life