Matthew43

Used to draw Hard to admit that I used to draw Portraiture and the human form Doodle of a two-headed unicorn It was soothin', movin' his arm in a fusion Of man-made tools and a muse from beyond Even if it went beautifully wrong It was tangible truth for a youth who refused to belong No name nuisance, stews in a bedroom Oozing a brand new cuneiform Barely commune with the horde Got a whole gray scale ungluing his world

Might zone out to the yap of the magpie Unseen hand dragging his graphite Cross contour, little bit of backlight Black ink after a Bristol to baptize You can't imagine the rush that ensue When you get three dimensions stuffed into two Then it's off to a school where it's all that you do Being trained and observed by a capable few Back in New York, five peeps and a dog In a two-bedroom doing menial jobs Plus, rhymin' and stealin' and being a clod Distractions free to maraud

I left some years a deer in the light I left some will to spirit away I let my fears materialize I let my skills deteriorate Haunted by the thought of what I should have been continuing A mission that was rooted in a 20-year affinity In rickety condition with an ID crisis Nap on the front lawn, look up in the sky, it's...

Shapes falling out of the fringe All heart, though we would've made cowardly kings They will chop you down just to count your rings Just to count your rings, just to count your rings And there were colors pouring out of the fringe All heart, though we would've made cowardly kings They will chop you down just to count your rings Just to count your rings, just to count your rings