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