unfinished

I wish I was a musician.
I've always been drawn to them. Artists of an unknown sort, yet oh-so-familiar.
I tag tracks posting moments that bleed into the veins of my soul...
A lyric, a verse, maybe just the rhythm that consumes me.
I am a painter. but. i feel deep. art is life....

Why can't I profess in poetic perfection?
Why must I express and expose without explanation?
I paint,
You see,
Interpret & explicate... you do under cover of seduction or soliloquy... but never of me.
These words ride the autobahn, strokes from my soul are only back roads.

Riddles and options.
All we are is captions
Will be will is and what is will be.
So hesitate when you lay your money down, all them agents get you to the gate just the same
So long as passion is up for loss or gain
First class won't spare you no shame