In the Name - Lost in Time

Discolored frames to blankly stare back
Open windows to the past
Flooding back all the ancient fears return
Disrupted time seems to endlessly crawl by
The empty canvas accusingly glaring back
And the loneliness, internal wound

Distorted sight, he looks at the world
Bland and lifeless, colorless
As a tear rolls from his eye
Discarded brush, the feeling forgotten
Living in the attic of his memories
And the well of inspiration has run dry

Lost hopes permeate his glory
Why should these tragedies remain unknown?
Lost hopes, time replays his story (history)
Lost souls we should never shun

Discreet deception long ago
The colors of life seemed blinding then
Through youthful hungry eyes
Dissolving passions, tragic losses
Locked within his uncertainty
Scatter wilted petals to the wind

Olden grace, forgotten glories
No one remembers his name
We take for granted all life's rewards
Maybe time has come to open up our eyes