"Nolens Volens"
I walk along a desolate road,
And tired.

I take a backwards glance,
And find, by chance,
A woman I admire.

A lover only in pictures,
It stains my soul to find,
The lover I had loved in image,
Was really just an homage.

As it turns out,
I wasn't in doubt,
Or lost,
Or tired.

I was in an art gallery,
Of a woman in a painting,
And it was something painted by me.

How we can lose ourselves,
In the pictures we paint with our minds.

And tragic,
How we can find ourselves,
Lost in the pictures we find.