May 9th, 2024
Exploring artwork within a museum
Trying to search insanity for reason
Bringing it all to the front…
We ask for a map, but the cartographer died
We ask for directions, but the signposts lied
The road isn’t smooth, it’s a bit of a ride
Would you believe it if I said we’ve cried
More than we did last year already
Gods these masks are so heavy
But we forgot how to undo the clasps
Covered in rust, leather worn from our pasts
We break our heart to find the truth
But it disappears with a poof
Fading away like a mirage
Gaslighting doubts in a barrage
Working in abstract strokes as the paint runs
Scarlets and plums stain the sun
Try to find the answers within the scene
As the paintbrush starts to keen
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