A pattern
Is only a pattern
I wouldn't worry
About works of art
What are you doing
If it's not art?

I am no artist
I am a man
(Though not a good one)
Who sits and writes
AND DRINKS WINE
AND TAKES THE TIME
TO UNDERSTAND
WHY I DO NOT UNDERSTAND
WHAT IS GOING ON
In my mind

The key to this honesty is simple.
Live the way you want
And realise that you are very much ashamed
Of your failed acesticism
That should have been your way.

This is what I have done
And it is what I shall forever have been doing.
A little confusion
Blissful
Glass of wine
Concentrate
And be redeemed