Fall into rhythm

It’s easy to fall into rhythm
To the monotonous pace of day
Conversation here, propriety there
A version of me to portray
We all just potter round
In this ecological system
While searching for some
Sort of - wider symbolism

I am now desensitised
To the beauty in my art
The way I painted brush strokes
With far too much precision
I’m screaming at the canvas
Where’s the cataclysm?
Bring me the tools
Bring me the wisdom
To change my composition

To upset the barriers
Break down all the walls
Wade my way through life
With a bit more comprehension
Paint myself a masterpiece
Make a few more decisions
Step outside this rhythmic beat
To hell with criticism