Nothing new lies under the sun;
The project cries that it's not done,
And you step back to look again,
For something never unsaid.

You change your focal point and then;
Turn it over, and change the light,
Add more color,work through the night,
And try to create a view.

In bold strokes now you state your case;
and just as quickly you erase,
Returning to the silence safer,
In front where lies the still blank paper...

Message edited on: 06/12/2004 08:49