Artwork by: Alex Grey
Creating is a wondrous act of spiritual insight
Letting the muses strum tunes in my subconscious
Letting conditioning lie in the morgue next to stubborn beliefs
Letting my inner emotion paint limiting language with infinite interpretation
But will they understand?
Will they condemn the red paint on my creative hands?
Will I give my all and be left exposed?
Stripped down to my roots while they torture my soul?
Then somebody tells me that they can relate
Then somebody tells me that this is my fate
This is the reason I continue to create