Binding

Fading into oblivion

Is a lot like dying to me.

I’ve come here not merely once but,

Infinitely resurrecting.

Enough to know my own journey’s

Correct, in each step, wandering.

Reflecting foreign faces I

Stopped opening my eyes again.

So if the windows appear dark

Do not mourn my home from afar.

I’ve been blending in the background

Of what was not my masterpiece.

Now, when the vibrant colors bleed

On your blank canvas, know, it’s me.

Not bound to the finished product,

I’m the endless stroke of the pen…

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