as time passes me by i wonder what else can i do. the days where i did request, the days where i made he kept his smile, the days started superdawn or moonlights sorrow. I now realize that everything ive done was meaningless. an artist brush paints upon a canvas of black throwing it all into a deep hole to hear the crash at the bottom.

I wonder if i had a different circumstance could i have grown into something worth meaning.

if all my creations tried to poke something deeper and more meaningful would the meaning be meaningless

i leave you all with a poem written in an abundance of unscripted thoughts

life in acknowledgement only serves to let the mind weep

that weeping mind paints its picture on a canvas

painting a circle of meaning that strikes the deepest thoughts of everyone around

and as the people roam around this masterpiece the mind who

represents all things artistic, knowledgeable ,and meaningful

is meaningless