The Sin

In this time ive become the lie 

Open hearted yet without new bounds 

in this place i call of home 

no where is i stagnant to roam 

all across the glossy prairie 

the trees are of moss and dreary 

the fog to give me hope within 

to write about my artistic sin 

my dreaded eyes 

see darkness and gloom 

though all within this my talents grow 

now i must be less of myself 

as the sun comes forth 

here comes the rhyme 

though i love the light that begins to shine 

ill greet this all with a grin 

and this is how i tell you of my wodering 

artistic sin .