The Gallery
Why bother adorning the walls.
A man imagines his own gallery.
Easier to dream than to do.
The mind conjures the image of a perfect work.
The hand just fumbles.
The hand just fumbles.
Easier to dream than to do.
The mind just fumbles.
The hand conjures the image of a perfect work.
A man adorns his own gallery.
Why bother imagining?
Why bother imagining?
(Yeah I'm entitled to write bad poetry too.)
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