I have no idea, just a student here,
the university of life my home.
Working so hard to make life become clear,
hoping the day of wisdom will soon come.
A painter of art, a hopeless writer,
seeing images in words that are not there.
The urge, make fire with words and a lighter,
walk away and forget without a care.
The desire, gone, it never was the one,
to send sparks between cold heart and dark brain.
Words are like ice, pictures I see warm tone,
my balance returns and sense I regain.
My pictures don’t need no rhythm nor flow,
I think it is now time for me to go!
© Jem Farmer 2008, all rights reserved.
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