In another life, I'd be okay
My worries wouldn't bother me
Or gnaw rat-like down to the bone
Tearing tissue-paper flesh to shreds

In another life, I'd manage better
To rest my head in just one place
Have eyes instead of two black holes
Have dreams instead of wasteland thoughts

In another life, I'd look at him
And wonder where did I diverge
This artist with a blank canvas
Embarking on his masterpiece

It has been and always will be him
My greatest friend and enemy

©maolros