Finding art within yourself is one thing but
evertime I look inside for the answers
all i get is confusion and misdirection.
Right when I get a grip on an image, it is
lost. In order to truely find what is inside me
everything must be clear. I must find my true
self. How am I to survive the ocean in a
storm, if I cant drive a boat?

When can I know my real name?
Only the truth can free my souls voice.
Riddles and tricks instead of answers
to my questions. Throwing rocks at the
hell inside me. Leaning too far for a
look in, or a way out. Am I trapped for
eternity in this outward name? This
sign of my birth gives me no
solution to the dying within.