Road Less Travelled
An Artist’s Journey
Fears, Worries, Thoughts, Hopes and Prayers
Oh, if I could somehow dream, imagine, see
A way to choose to overcome my mediocrity
Habits of making do, settling, learned young
Hang ups found in therapy Freud or Carl Jung
Tend well my heart-seed reaching for the sun
Yet, its flower may not bloom before I’m done
I must forget my fear, question what it’s about
What do I gain, lose, if I listen to them shout
Trust my heart to guide, dig deep and be true
No surety of how it will affect me, affect you
My ideas, art, life may molder, to be forgotten
Soon tossed into the dumpster, spoiled, rotten
Perhaps on some earth, distant in space, time
Everyone so amazed, thinks my work sublime
None of this can be my worry, give me pause
My spirit expands when I but try, just because
If I’m a hack, a poseur, I will never ever know
I might simply disappear in nuclear afterglow
Courage, my soul’s heart beats furiously now
Image and words come through me as I allow
I simply cannot worry if I oft feel lost, alone
But relax, let life turn over every single stone
And discover whatever I have always sought
It grows within, whether it’s found or it’s not
Chances are, I may not find, accept my quest
Life’s an adventure, I must bring my very best
Home port may be where I will start and stop
Yet I’m still on board if I only wield the mop
I will make mistakes which will make me cry
I will also witness all the glory, fire in the sky
Spend all my life asking questions, what, how
Acknowledge the inevitable, gracefully bow
Brent Harris Fine Art 