Vessels of Creation
I have nothing else to give that my passion My purpose is my expression In the way I know better. I have nothing left to hide anymore Pesimist may come and go But I won't let it sink me. I will drink of my fears and I will turn it into ideas that will safe me from despair of being afraid that I have nothing to offer. Until I get back to my words and lines And I flow easily being driven by them Shutting my mind of shadows and self-doubt. And I remind me that need my creative self And I repeat me that only that way I can save me Release in the nature with pad and pens I will write about myself and draw my organic frame. I had the great luck and disgrace to be born this way. So when you disminish your path Think about you as a beautiful vessel That fills up with experiences and love Which will be needed to release of the fear Creating and connecting with other souls. We are more alike than we thought. So go there and let yourself be drawn Not into your fears but into your mind.