*THE ARTIST'S PATH*

The time will reveal that,
And it's when you will see
What your future holds
Waiting to unfold.
Ask yourself,my friend,
Are you really what
You want to be?

And now introduced to
Your first doubt,you know
You will acquire even more
By way of learning Art of
Light and shadows reflecting
In the mirror of your soul
Like in a windowpane dulled
With the dirt of life,and
Overlooking on the Stairway
From Heaven by which your
Naked soul's descending towards
The labyrinth of earthly world
Filled with the noise of ocean
Waves that hiss and burst beneath
The cliffs of darkened rocks.

Your soul,the prodigy of the Eternal
Stranger born out of wedlock, is
Living up to order in the heart :
"You'll need to suffer in this world
Of sorrows to make your life a real Art."

Being an artist,living your life
You are trying to spell the
Invisible Writings you read in
The Book of Indefinite Studies
The pages of which are the souls
Of bodies.
Leafing these pages you hear
The whispers of far distant ages
And see you smile die on the faces
Of strangers walking down their paths.

They will leave you behind.
They won't deem you a loss.
Do they need you,a razorblade
In their cheap candyfloss?

(c)Lyrics by Damon Starlight.

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