Knock, Knock
Whose there...
The Portrait
A man commissions a portrait...
I believe in the unbelievable
I see the unsee-able...
Quiet whispers echo through the streets
she's running, but trips & falls to her knees...
Raindrops cascade from heaven as tears
showing me in confidence that its all near...
With this power at my fingertips i could do right
you wish me to be good, let kindness burn bright...
I wanted to be different. Special
humble origins, watchmaker's son...
All the voices in my head tell me that
(everything is breaking up) They tell me that...
So Bob this crazy mad bunny,
Is up to no good again...
He said "Look at these hands."
And I looked and i saw...
Calculations are zipping through his mind,
as he watches her go by...
Logical problems
Not reasoned by science...