Tired Art
Screaming for obscurity
To disenchant my heart
Haunted creativity
And painted tired art
Until I felt the ridicule
I always could ignore
Slap me with the obvious
And sting me to the core
For life excludes reality
I learned this as a child
Through my laughing misery
And joy that never smiled
But reconstructing memories
To prove I wasn't real
Only found the part of me
Your touch should never fee.
