Shooting star across the sky
A stroke of genius paints
A gentle display of beauty
That all too quickly fades

Where has gone the inspiration
The creative spark the ignition
The vehicle to drive creation
The fuel needed for motivation

A well disseminated lie
Written clearly on your face
It was pretend all this time
So all that time was a waste

You may have cared out of pity
But what you stole from me
Was the self I no longer see
You may as well have murdered me

My life’s become contradiction
The misery a numbing addiction
Foreseeing a downward direction
An obsession with total perfection

The genius is drunk with his own creation
And he can’t stray from his own temptation
The lack of perfection is his lamentation
He’ll never be happy unless he gives in

APD 2006-12-10