an idea comes to mind

paint a picture for the blind

as the pen reaches the paper

and the words they

find their rhyme

am I hoping for an answer

while the clock ticks in time

ticks in time



I'm at the center of attention

will they feel the

anger in my words

will they feel the

passion in my voice

will my cries be heard



will I change the world

will I make a subtle difference

can I see the signs

will I change the time

I'm not trying to be the hero

will I change the world

can we change



an artist leaves his

dreams on a canvas

the poet bleeds his soul

placed upon a pedestal

with meanings they left untold

are they searching for the truth

while their hearts,

their hearts unfold

the stories told



did they escape into a painting

or within a simple rhyme

leaving the world to chase them

finding a piece of mind