Manifesto, the Real

Break away, If your leg is drawing you back From moving forward, Cut it off, says the Holy Writ. Your guts will be your support! The relationship you have With your yourself is complicated; It's complex, you can't ignore it, You can't run away: It's stuck with you! The horizon is set and clear, Life has a chain tied to your leg, Cut it if you must, The blood becomes your ink That trails you, leaving prints On the cracked road of time... ...and after you are gone, It keeps drawing you back Echoing your name forever! Follow the enlightened sun to its home, Art is life, life is art... Like fate, you can't outrun your leg! He who must reap, must sow! Look beyond the sunset ahead, After it comes dawn... Let your ink flow, leaving marks On your patched pathway...