Mosaic

I can't help but smell spring,
it is running through my veins.
I can't help but let it take over.
It seems spring never comes soon enough.
Happens every time.

Every painting, every piece of artwork,
is affected by the culture,
the struggles of the person who made.
That is why you can't copy artwork perfectly,
the artists hand is biased.

We can have a million of people looking for a gold coin,
but they could all be looking in the wrong field.
Sometimes getting more people involved creates more distraction.

State of mind can do wonders but ...
forced stability creates brittleness.
So many things are learn t in trouble.
Many of my better ideas are set in,
some of the worst days.
Tears and frustration drive the worst and the best.
I think these days are not over, but I have been wrong.

I can see how I could direct this blog more,
but that would involve allot more work,
and I would probably just throw out all those posts anyways.