Still Searchin'
Winter canvas on the easel of my past began on an unsuspecting slate
A child's dappled dreams rose in a watercolored dance of fairytale fete
Abstract hopes in gentle slopes to the pond landed a frosty figure eight
Searchin' for my purpose in the colors of the painting I long to create
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Spring blossomed green buds to curved pink flowered honeybee bait
A palette of decadence garnered the perfume plied at the garden's gate
A flock of busy bodies plant gossip's seed for a bouquet abuzz in hate
Searchin' for my purpose in the colors of the painting I long to create
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Summer rays burnished dreams to tarnished silver from a gold plate
Youth escapes from the inferno hiding out while trusting time will wait
Saw myself in the vanishing blur of the rearview mirror a little too late
Searchin' for my purpose in the colors of the painting I long to create
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Fall casts irony in brilliant hues as the old is thrust aside dead weight
Faith sustains the ethereal promise that another year arrives postdate
Survival shivers off the cold beneath the warm blanket of hope innate
Searchin' for my purpose in the colors of the painting I long to create
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Winter canvas on the easel of my present begins on an unsuspecting slate
Another year adds new dimensions to visual depth as revelations conjugate
Slush turns to solid as the puzzle pieces fit in tight to weave a lustrous plait
Still searchin' for my purpose in the colors of the painting I long to create
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