Landscape

It can happen to me, it can happen to you Hmm, oh what a story I’ve created for the sake of love For the sake of hiding my shame, to rise from a place I know no more All visible features no longer appealing Can I alter the landscape of my life Is the design set in stone, any room for ornamental features Any room for beauty

In the manner in which my landscape is set Can I turn the page to a wider and higher prospect All I want to do is ride away from here No more broken heart, broken life Look out for me, I’m all around So vast the scene of my existence Scenery of such a landscape, loosing all control

Ya, scenery of a broken life, hmm, ya, hmm A painting in your view, so fine the lines Hmm, a landscape to avoid, a general situation easily found Hmm, whoa, ya, hmm, look out for such a place The range of mental anguish is vast and wide Hmm, dare to explore, hmm, whoa, watch where you step

I may have no soul for such a place This landscape is no place for the faint of heart Beware where you tread, so easily I can find you here Hmm, ya, look out for the horizontal lines of this landscape Make this land look better with fine stroke of your brush Hmm, whoa, whoa, ya, can I start over, a blank canvas

The collection of forms, imprint of society, which group do I belong So descriptive, impressionistic, and abstract, I’m lost in such a landscape Can I break free from such spatial imprisonment Am I just fine art, a photograph, or both Am I cognitive or the observer of the process of this landscape Hmm, whoa, ya, what of this landscape that keeps me