Paintings

Trapped inside this dark and narrow mind
 Far from the outside
 If I could stand beside myself
 And see what you see
 Left alone high upon a shelf
 Dust collects on things discarded
 I retreat while the world passes by
 Scars to justify
 Am I a fixture in time and place?
 As our old promises fade
 Like the paintings we see everyday
 That hang in decay
 So the familiar feeds neglect
 Too plain to perceive
 My finger points to my demise
 But three point back at me to my surprise
 All the same I'm a fixture in time and place
 As our old promises fade
 Like the paintings we see everyday
 That hang in decay
 So the familiar feeds neglect
 Red and blue pale to black and white
 Images live and speak a thousand words
 In solitude clouds grace the tranquil sky
 Sense the calm sighing in pain
 I'm a fixture in time and place
 As our old promises fade
 Like the paintings we see everyday
 That hang in decay
 So the familiar feeds neglect
 Simply too plain to perceive
 Color drains from the scenery
 When routine courts apathy