Under the Surface_

We question His art,

say it's too perfect.

Too perfect in contrast,

To this broken world and it's cruelness.

There must be a catch,

something hidden under the surface.

There is,

but it isn't cruel or worthless.

It's the key to it all,

beyond doubt, beyond your surface.

Shared in collective subconscious,

the truth, the good ending,

is spread through out the canvas,

ever expanding.

A beautiful sunset,

against polluted sky,

will always make you feel shameful,

and you'll wonder why.