If our world was to wither today
It would be a simple string of tribulations
Influence would dance in our heads
The broken butterflies of our youth

A greater day shines on a horizon
The ebb of life dances playfully
The flow of worlds act gracefully
The pictures are painted ineptly

Inside the strokes is a reality
Unbelievable beauty is splattered
Solidarity continues to be unabated
A sojourn of existence is enlightened

Inspiration sits ready to see
The acts of living more pronounced

A sorted knowledge remains intact
The pictures state everything
A truth lives outside the box
It lives in perfect clarity