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BLEEDING

Always trying to push the river
Always trying to keep control
Always trying to make it happen
Thinking I know, I can't let go

My train is late
My host is waiting
Will I make my plane on time?
Hurry up I just can't stand it
My lifestyle's straining
There is no time

There is no time
There is no time
There is no time
There is no time

Or is there?

If only I could grasp the moment
And not let go as it unfolds
Not slip and slide into the future
A hall of mirrors with no bars hold
I'd then feel free to ride the edges
I'd then be brave to skim the waves
I'd trust the pattern which is unfolding
And trust my fate and the tricks it plays

Where is my faith
Why does it fail me
It's all so obvious in retrospect
My host is late
My plane kept waiting
My shaken trust is back on track

love and death

28" x 36" - oil on canvas

Price negotiable

But if to this I lose my purpose
Not know what keeps me here on Earth
Then all my flurrying is empty motion
All my life a soulless search
Instead of challenge there's desperation
Instead of care there is no more
My life is cut my heart's not in it
I bleed to death on some dry shore

Stephen Frank