I am no one,
I draw for fun…
I am no one,
I draw for fun,
but when my hand
begins to run
across the paper, line by line,
I feel, for once, that I am mine.
Nothing is real,
yet all feels right.
Time fades away,
questions lose their bite.
Everything narrows to a single point,
the heart of a universe, perfectly joined,
where my wandering mind wants to go,
to a place only I can know.
Here, I am nothing,
a name lost in the crowd.
But if I can make you travel,
even for a little while,
then perhaps my life
was not lived in vain.