The Artist

A heart bound and set for forever
A body doled for this one endeavor
A union that frustrates beyond belief
Oh, is there a blessed time of relief

Eternity wails, toils for freedom

To hope for a Utopian Kingdom
Infinity stretches our flesh and bone
But we must never think we are alone

The Dancer sings with perspiration

The Painter fills walls with desperation
The Writer tells of battles waged inside
The Musician speaks of a chasm wide

For one the visions produce madness

Another begets a work of sadness
But all are chained to this war
Always we hope for the eventual door