Fear so great,
you invited death.
Accepted was the only goal.
Self-confidence so low,
you know though,
It makes it right.

Gotta grab a handle on a handleless frame.
Pictures out of reach, and a
Quick slide to guide a mind ravaged by time,
but ain’t no reason to wave the white flag,
cuz pride was left before the great fall.

Now on and on we go,
with the words we think we know,
But when an artist grabs a brush,
And pops the colors like bubbles in your brain,
you don’t know the pain if it’s sittin’ in the house of jealousy.
Ego trip, lost the grip, now I gotta’ bounce.