Saturday August 11th, 2007
The words are merely a transition in time
I use no longer a color or even a line.
I once expressed everything with pencils and brushes,
Now it is words typed without crutches.
I am thoroughly confused by what I visually see
And most perplexed by how words express me.
I consider the difference and examine the change.
Analyzing what good is to come and just find it strange.
The transition has left me restless and so full of thought,
I ask so many questions my mind is distraught.
I cant think, I must stop, I hope not to offend.
For we all must now wait to see how it will end.