'copyright' © 99 Katrina
He wanted to be a painter
And colour the world in water-paints and wet washes
His soul free-flowiing from over restless hands
The fingertips and drawn palm lines of his life imprinted on paper
A fantsy for all to live in
But he became a lawyer
A lost and wandering soul in a dying reality
Trapped, as his spirit was woven upon the wheel...
of another fate.