Into The Void I March

Into the void I march

Chasing the ever elusive rabbit of individuality

Trying to break free of that which binds not only my thoughts but my mind

Frantically searching for the mirror that reveals what is feared by most

Into the mirror I gaze

The clothed onion starts to peel

Who I am is exposed in the reflection

I take confidence in what I see

Into the world I head

Preparing for immortality

Not of salvation, but of creation

The world will know my perspective as unique

Into the middle I scream

The distance overwhelms me

The two distant walls never communicate

Each are confused about what I see

Into the madness I collapse

The worst fate for an artist

To have your perspective not understood

The reflection disappears