“Another FantasyI'm a poet and a painter & a meandering musician now I've hopes that somehow, Art will pay for my tuition.Watch me rearrange the facts, propelled by intuition- to challenge all that I have known, compelled by indecision. When there's so many unfathomable things that we are, at one time, in a single cognition. We begin to define our contradictory selves, the power in self recognition. All the colors, electric green, Rose and violet shades serene. Crimson clover and loyal blue, yellow ocher, burgundy too... All take up arms- in a graceful stance, like Fever to Tell's Modern RomanceYet all the colors and shades that be, might never truly define me- but prop me up, and then realize how the pursuit of art is faithfully wise. Every morning and every night, I choose my pallet prepared to fight, and still I start for love and duty: passionate anguish, in rapt courage's beauty.”