I miss the art like I miss the rain in seasons of drought
but I must refrain you drive me insane with doubt
The art is still painted from the heart
Since the start of notion in motion of light and dark
I see it’s an endless Journey so close but so far away together we embark
The art of the Truth and of a story to tell
I miss them told if they were told well
The art of life and its death
art of Beauty with love and with hate
All amongst our great
Beyond heaven and Hell’s Gate
So when we place upon canvas or wickedly depicted with pen
Remember we are all one on this Earth or Eden
And though we change slightly it’s our Same Love no matter now or then
And seeing you is just a matter of when
mAdMoUtHInk 