The past is gone forever.
The present is sometimes enigmatic.
The future is unknown.
Old answers no longer work.
But did they ever, really?
New answers are elusive.
But are there answers?
Old questions, asked in youth, are sometimes frightening in later life.
I thought I knew all the answers.
But only because I ignored the questions.
Now I am living the questions.
Old answers no longer work.
The illusion of comfort and knowledge is gone.
I stare at the canvas.
It stares back at me.
Creation is so much more daunting that conformity.
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