Fighting hard, my way was defined
My path was blocked, but against them I won
Now, I am confused – I feel confined
The destination, the same, the road differerent.

After the siege, at last, it relented
Now I have victory, I am confused.
I know where to go, but not how to get there.
This, that, it? My skill will not be misused.

In one hand, shapes and colours flow
The twirl, they mix, they grow.

In the other, beats and rhythms repeat;
Where repercussions and vibrations meet.

If a third hand existed, it would hold too much.
Objects and actions, each I could touch.

What to do now? It’s beyond me!
What I thought I wanted I have, but the path is wrong.
Should I communicate my thoughts, now, through song?
Or should I keep to things you and I can see?