Haunted eyes, shattered dreams,
Life isn’t quite what it seems,
It plays along to its own tune,
And you never know quite what it means,
Sitting in life’s’ waiting room,
Watching life through a silver screen,
Selling your life for minimum pay,
Wishing that for once it would go your way,
Signing for a job from nine to five,
Wasting your days punching in, punching out,
It stops right here, it stops right now,
Take a step back and just breath out,
Close your eyes and, find your pace
To sooth your soul to a state of grace,
At that point you’ll find your rhythm,
The notes to your music,
The answer to your riddle,
Life’s canvas is full of surprises,
And the brush in your hand, makes you an artist,
It might be hard to put the first stroke,
But once you start,
Your license can’t be revoked,
The colours blend, the music soars,
The painting never ends,
Each emotion just add to it more.
© Sherine Meshad, June 2004
