I've been asking myself this question,
Because lately I've come to this postion:
What if I've run out of art that was in me?
And if so, does it bind me with chains or set me free?
"Paying attention to detail is the key to success", they say,
But is it the type of detail of the Cirrus cloud or that of a bay?
For I keep stumbling upon the creases of boundaries-
Where, the lines being blur, still makes beautiful sceneries!
No, I wouldn't say I have it all
And, I would be a hypocrite if I say that I've tried too many times after the fall.
But tell me, what if I fall, and higher than a kite I fly?
I bleed because of the wings that tore apart my skin, anyway better than bleeding at the foot of the cliff that high!
So, I'm 22, old but not wise enough to understand not to dance in the shower.
Would be wise if the shower was the one that sparkles in the moon's luminous power.
They say, "Anybody can dance", but what if it's too late?
Was it the art that I lost, or the idea of a muse that put me in an endless wait?
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