Cutting the thread of fate, but hanging onto the wire
Hoping not to slip, but praying
knowing eventually I have to let go
All the worlds a dream and that dream is just a mirage in my oasis.
Only an imitation of your imagination seeping through the seams,
viewing mistaken fantasies through a clouded kaleidoscope
Reaching for the stars while stopping to pick the flowers
Always following your heart even if it it seems fate has is tempting you to go a stray
always changing something different
never a carbon copy of a DeVinci, just trying to be your own Picasso