Used to draw
Hard to admit that I used to draw
Portraiture and the human form
Doodle of a 2-headed unicorn, it was soothing
Moving her arm in a fusion of man-made tools
And a muse from beyond
Even if it went beautifully wrong
It was tangible truth for a youth who refused to belong
No name nuisance
Stews in a bedroom
Oozing a brand new cuneiform
Barely commune with the horde
Got a whole grey scale ungluing her world
Might zone out to the yap of the magpie
Unseen hand dragging her graphite
Cross contour, little bit of backlight
Black ink after a Bristol to baptize
You can't imagine the rush that ensue
When you get 3 dimensions stuffed into 2
Then it's off to a school where it's all that you do
Being trained and observed by a capable few
Back in New York, 5 peeps and a dog
In a 2 bedroom doing menial jobs
Plus, rhymin' and stealin' and being a clod
Distractions free to maraud
I left some years a deer in the light
I left some will to spirit away
I let my fears materialize
I let my skills deteriorate
Haunted by the thought of what I should have been continuing
A mission that was rooted in a 20 year affinity in rickety condition with an ID crisis
Nap on the front lawn, look up in the sky, it's...
Colors pouring out of the fringe
All heart, though we would've made cowardly kings
They will chop you down just to count your rings
Just to count your rings, just to count your rings