Awkwardly the strokes fell
Inexperienced attempts to carve you from your shell
Wouldn't it be more commonplace to view - to merely observe
Rather than to influence, sculpt, review?
Dare I venture outward - let my thumb somehow find the paper
To smudge the details i vehemently laboured to divine?
To blur the form that held us captive
You're an image that won't focus
And ill obsess over the details
Until it's fully grown
And I can step back to present the whole to myself
Maybe finally there will come clarity
Maybe finally there will come clarity
Awkwardly, now my strokes fall
I'm discerning an aura - crafting a spirit
A rougher, more human representation
Still clandestine shall my efforts remain
You're an image that won't focus
You're an image that won't focus
And ill obsess over the details
Until it's fully grown
And I can step back to present the whole to myself