The Artist

I’m inconsistent…

Like fog…

I seem solid, but it’s only an illusion.

I am unatainable, like the first ray of the morning sun.

Like an eagle that soars on the wind
my emotions follow the weather, and my soul the seasons.

When the sun shines I feel joy
and the rain brings me sadness and melancholy..

In the spring I am like new….

A new life, new loves, and new worlds to discover.

And in the summer, my heart flies on the wind
I live in the splendor of the sun, I grow
and exalt in it’s energy..

In autumn
I shake off all of the old and uselless things
that I have acquired.
I eliminate the things that weigh me down and slow my evolution.

And in winter I rest…
I prepare myself for a new spring.
It’s a time to remember the past year
and to dream of the year to come.

The seasons pass
sometimes all in the same day
sometimes it takes more than a lifetime
but they always pass…

I live my life in this world
but I do not belong to her
I am a traveler
who watches and follows her through the eyes of a mask
No one knows who or what I really am, and nobody cares.

I am an artist, a free spirit in a world full of slaves
and all of this is part of me.

I know not if I see the world this way
because I am an artist…

Or if I am an artist
because I see the world this way….

The Artist

Joe Reese

Joined January 2008

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