Is the artist in me a liar,
or the one who walks outside
Are my words and deeds in conflict,
which to breathe and which to hide
Would King Solomon have an answer,
to this split I often feel
Would salvation hold my name in check,
as today my soul to deal
Do excuses like good intentions,
pave the way, perdition shown
Do the reasons then abandon,
idle hope when left alone
Can the spirit claim what time has lost,
in it’s quest to stay inspired
Can the truth once lit inside my heart,
—set all kindled lies afire
(Villanova Pennsylvania: October, 2016)