the Art

I look at the art
it looks sad,but with so much hope
wants me to try.
I tried,feeling sympathy.

I went through all the colours
drown in all the different shapes and directions.
At times I feel splashes of joy
at different times I cried of sadness.
I knew what I felt the first time was true
"I can go much deeper than this",
"the depth isn't enough for me".

So I distant myself
it looks sad,the colours darken
as I feel the soul broken

I'm a free-spirited self
but the art strangled me
It is without doubt beautiful,
but not meant for me.