no. 4

inbetween the lines,
white space beckoning,
answers held within,
quiets my mind,
silences my fears,
endless possibilities,
the promise of something better,
infinite potentials unrestrained,
then the words hit,
so close to the heart,
brings it all home,
art has that affect on me,
love to see paintings,
artwork on white canvas,
a glimpse into the psyche,
writing gives a slice of the soul,
so real too real too much,
why stare at the television,
when so much more is available,
set yourself free,
create and touch the heights,
slink into the very depths,
over and under these burning skies,
takes the breath away,
renders you immobile,
and there you are,
you find yourself right at the start,
where had my focus wandered,
why was I so distracted,
hiding from the only thing real,
the one and only thing,
that makes me feel alive.