GREAT SOUL IN MY COUNTRY 2 © 2008

I come to force thoughts, to shape them in cadence,

Ordered and rhythmic, in search of essence,

But the fatigue in frames, slow, undoes the intent,

They do not project the feelings, remaining caught in the wind.

The blank canvas, a disillusion to the waiting eyes,

The spectators, anxious, remain in anticipation,

The announced premiere of a new cast was desired,

Or perhaps just rumours, echoed in the shadow.

And I, in the internal struggle, to give life to the void,

See ideas fading, in a delayed tempo,

The creativity that hides, in the silence of the mind,

And the blank canvas remains, imposing and absent.

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