How am I supposed to know?
How am I supposed to duplicate an image,
That I have never seen?
I’ve heard rumors.
I’ve been given slivers of evidence.
I’ve heard the cat calls in the night.
But I’ve never seen it.
You tell me trust and paint with a wide brush
But I can’t.
I can’t see what I’m painting or what I’m supposed to paint.
So I’m splashing paint on the walls and ignoring it all.
I’d rather be alone the rest of my life
Than paint the images I’ve seen before.
So don’t tell me to trust.
Don’t tell me to just try.
I would rather never paint again
Than be drowned by the paint like I’ve seen so many times.