--- I loved to draw as a kid Even though the pictures made no sense Before life was filled with egos and ignorance Before any reference had to be defined Before it was so important to color between the lines Before the perspective had to align When we were able to draw the sunshine That smiles all the time See back then it made all the sense We had imagination without consequence Lost it along the way when the canvas became a mess, the aftermath of painting with stess How do I find myself? I'm here fighting myself? I'm the one playing the cards that I had dealt I say I owe me Who better knows me? Stressing past 11 Find myself with nose bleeds While i have conversations with the shadows That doubt breeds I find myself doing things That I never question why While at the same time I think of an alibi Never fixing my mistakes before the paint dried....