In a picture frame I saw that something that spoke of much self doubt
It made me wonder what the bigger picture of life was all about
I started looking for the answers
but what were the chances
in my mind of mayhem
of ever finding them
The picture in the picture frame spoke louder than any word
Once again I was fighting in my head those futile wars of the absurd
And the bubble burst with the shattering of the picture frame
that I tried to blame for that burden of shame

The road is dusty and long, but it is passable
The story line is complicated, but yet plausible
I'm leaving behind the lifeless, soulless ways of the twilight zone as a new life flirts and beckons on the periphery of the swollen appetite of my imagination
I'm invigorated with unbridled fascination
I pick up the pieces of the shattered photo frame
I carry no burden of shame