Small Obsession

If not for the sake of the journey
There is little to be found in the exercise
Of expanding the mind artistically

What would be most difficult
Becomes a perceived mountain to climb

And when it becomes apparent 
That perfection is a lie
We search for the next mountain to climb

What will we find next?

Are muses real?  They haunt, taunt and flaunt. Revealing my weaknesses like a storefront mannequin.
I don’t believe anything I just wrote. Do I? 

6 Comments

    1. Thank you Alessandra. I struggle to understand how the selfishness of producing art reconciles itself publicly. The voice without words is a difficult language in the head, and more difficult to translate to others.

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