Light enclosed

Art.

Art's work is not portray,

what is,

but to portray,

what is behind,

the feeling behind reality.

If not,

painters are printing machine,

writers commentators,

singers readers,

instead of a door,

to overcome an Infinite,

that depict reality,

and in it's unknown,

everyone of us contains.

Art.

The magic in life,

dark and bright,

a giant silent,

residing alone,

in our own mind,

with a door open in front,

but no reason to go,

as for what he learned,

the body outweighted it,

and so he shall fade.

What a sad destiny deserved,

for one who turn light,

in an inside wall.