The pages of my diary stop flipping in embracing the next words
While the imitation that is birthed from my life stands lonely
Looking for the calm in me the calm in my soul
Waiting for the beauty, a song or maybe just for a story to unfold
But in the advent of the nonsense and the first born daddys little girl
A soon to be father is busy trying to prep for her and clense the world
I am sorry art you are my main love but maybe time away would be great for the both of us