Halls of the Dark Muse

Picasso Dreams

Painful eyes
look up to the
bleeding sky
and wonder
why?

We are all trapped
in these invisible boxes
spending our life
trying to find a way out

Dripping down
slowly to wash away
through the cracks

I wish I knew
what it was like
to dream real
dreams

But I dream only
in Picasso
broken shards

Taping them together
again and never
understanding
what they mean