Scripting our lives
Thoughts about psychological scripts
the hands of countless artists
create each of us gradually o'er time
We begin as simple canvases
in a world with few visible lines.
Gradually we gain texture
as events scrape against our skin.
Sometimes we create beautiful patterns
with the materials at our side.
Other times we get frustrated,
doubtful about the meaning of our lives.
To be an artist requires boldness
and also inspired selectivity.
It also requires a sense of humor
Perhaps we also need a sense of humor.
Isn't our entire existence a farce in a sense?
