Masterpiece

Forget
The faces you recognize
When you
You walk into a room
You were already supposed to know
To disrupt or to find meaning
Crosses the
Invisible line

This is my,
This is my Masterpiece
Draw inspiration from me

Option is not a failure
Opinion is a treasure
For what I find to be my artwork
I
Could explain it to you
You would not understand
That I
Hold you all in the palm of my hands
In the palm of my hands
In the palm of my hands
And just like a shifting sand
Upon which I stand
I bulit a monument
And when the rain
Washes away
And we see
What was always underneath

I fell for it,
I fell for it again
How can I
How can I use my hands?
This is my monemt to shine

I have driven out the architects of artifice
A loss of inspiration cost a godless artist all his false pretense
Honest myths exhausted monolithic caustic structure
Destructive optimist
Without conseqence
Or a call to action
Fall into an optionless illusion
Priceless exhibitions
You will find them
On display at the bottom of the ocean
Furthest from the sunlight

When the war of art meets the art of war
Those who remain are those chosen to claim
This is my Masterpiece
In order for me to call it mine
It must take all of me.



Credits
Writer(s): Phillip Zeo
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