I designed to be free,
I designed to believe,
In the kiss on a book, which everything me taught,
Still I’m too young to know,
Just how long is a rope?
.
And the mangle mingles, mixing me with the rest,
Making my road to Hell,
Even though I tried to make,
This world a better place.
.
I designed to catch a ferry,
I designed to leave the country,
I never meant to excite, or devilment incite,
And yet you bring me back,
Labelling unjust my acts
.
And the mangle mingles, mixing me with the rest,
Making my road to Hell,
Even though I tried to make,
This world a better place.
.
As I have done, now let it be done…
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And the mangle mingles, mixing me with the rest,
Making my road to Hell,
Even though I tried to make,
This world a better place.
.
(When the work is not viewed and shared, the artist loses hope, and the birth of new art ceases to be imagined)
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