How things should be

The pictures will be the audience
The walls will be the canvas
The bottle will be the motivation
And I?

If there was another avenue to take
I passed it long ago
A new chapter to an old classic
Everyone has read it before, but doesn't want more.

The television wil be the jury
The cold calculation will be the judge
The finger nails like scalpel edge
And I?

Had another life
A chance to make it right
It moved too fast like thunder flash
How i loved my acheivements
But everyone has heard that song

The floor will be my eternal bed
The droplets can be my prayer beads
The breath can be the misty sunrise
And I am a vacant building awaiting disposal.