Like a prisoner, thinking of long awaited freedom;
Like a man in the desert, thinking of one drop of water that could save him;
Like a child, looking for that last piece of a puzzle;

I am anxious-so, I do anything to pass the time.
I am thirsty, but a simple glass of water won’t quench my thirst.
I won’t be satisfied until my puzzle is complete.

Like a poet, struggling to find just the right words;
Like an artist searching for just the right colour;
Like a blind man, whose deceptive eyes speak the truth;

I struggle for the right words.
I search for the colour that will compliment my picture.
I search for the eyes that will tell me the truth.

Hanging on to the hope that my day will arrive.
The day I finish this picture. The day I am no longer a prisoner.
The day I find those honest eyes.