
I can't help but try and ponder
as I trace my dream
Are the lines on my paper
really what they seem
The lines are there for all to see
they try and tell my mind
But when the others look at them
I wonder what they find
I see the colors there on the page
they seem so bright and clear
But maybe I'm the only one
that's my real fear
Do the others really understand
the shapes seem bold and fair
Maybe they can't comprehend
or worst they may not care
The things that touch me oh so deep
are there in black and white
I've put it down for all to find
It's right there in plain sight
From these works and all I give
you'll find the real me
All the things that mean so much
please take some time to see