Step out of those canvas,
Breathe.
You are the reality I lived,
the idea that I nurtured,
Can my own thoughts deceive?
My pride,my exultation,my joy..
are being tainted by apprehension
Open your eyes,
Look at me.
Are you what I thought you would be,
or are you your own being?
Do I see what you are..
or do I see a blinding illusion?
Smile.
Tell me.
Do you inspire me,
or does the idea itself?
Speak,my Muse,
Enlighten me.
I thought you were looking at yourself in the mirror and talking. Reminds of someone :P It also made me wonder if you assigned your thoughts a body.. Art is personification of one's thoughts, imho.
ReplyDeleteGoes without saying, I <3 it.
i always thought that is how one's muse is supposed to be like... someone or something that not only is a figment of one's mind but also living, interactive wedge lodged deep inside one's mind...
ReplyDeleteyou can talk to it, ask questions, expect answers and sometimes when the answers don't match your expectations, you wonder whether it really is but a figment of your mind :)
and i still say poems scare ^-^ :-s
Very Pygmalion.
ReplyDeleteNot the movie, though.
Bernard Shaw eh?
ReplyDelete"Do you inspire me,
ReplyDeleteor does the idea itself?"
nailed it.