I know it's a little unusual,but the storyteller sings in art
as well as in words
for which one picture is worth a thousand.
Paint and ink are, perhaps,
the strongest revealers of truth
For when one throws oneself
unconditionally and yet so willingly
into the unchartered depths
of color and lines,
One totally immerses oneself
without precondition,
making oneself totally vulnerable
to rejection in it's worst
Art is one's everything,
the innermost voice that screams in truth
despite a world of puppets and plays
Of politicians, teachers, and speakers
who demand silence
That all must pretend
with such determination and fear
