Shadows of grey,
rubbed and smoothed on an
itchy canvas of beige and fiber,
woven in a catch-all beat.
Colors pool off to one side,
mixing in patterns of Dali, Kandinsky,
Molecules built of dreams and
Always a journey.
Always a passage of time and state,
energy confined to a slowly leaking frame of mind.
A palette of strengths and weaknesses
barely laid out.
An eye, unblinking, watching the
transformation of soul.
every discovered truth
shading and tinting the canvas.
Every mistake, every failure,
gradually soaking in,
taking the shape
of a life.