Deja View ~ Brent Harris

Deja View ~ Brent Harris

Many believe we come into this world table rasa
I think we’re not a blank slate, but a white canvas
White looks quite stark, but contains all the colors
Throughout life, we scrape off some, add others

Painted canvas, like puzzle pieces, fill in life’s tale
No matter where we start or end, it’s the right trail
Loss, failure, marked by humanity’s meager mean
Forlorn, we paint our colors on the cosmic screen

We see our self as central, all alone in our own head
Acknowledge life exists beyond, despite what’s said
Monkey-brain chatters endlessly, afraid to be whole
Admit all is one, one life, painted with pieces of soul

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