Poem- The Infinite paths

 Cosmic Fool (@J-CosmicFool-T)6 years, 9 months ago

Hi guys,
thoughts I’d share my poem on this site to see what people thought of it. :)

We are all artists.
The painters of lights,
The makers of colours,
The players of music,
The artists of our own masterpieces.

We are the artists
Who confront
The infinite paths.

With joyful sadness
We approach
the crossroads
of the infinite paths.

Awesome freedom
Flows through
Our chained veins
As we view
The horizon of infinite paths.
But artists must chose
just one way
to sculpt their masterpiece.

Artists,
Say farewell to the infinite paths.

Artists have to move,
have to chose,
have to sacrifice everything they could have been
to sculpt their masterpiece.

Artists,
Say farewell to the infinite paths-
They are lost forever-
Say hello to your concrete masterpiece.

This is the joyful sadness
Of the infinite paths.

We are enslaved to our choices,
Enslaved to time,
Unable to ever venture back
To see those same infinite paths.

But we are all artists
The painters of lights,
The makers of colours,
The player of music,
The artists of our own masterpieces.

September 10, 2014 at 1:39 pm
Anonymous (12) (@) 6 years, 9 months ago ago

Love love love

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