tight rope

The shadow of responsibility looms over my shoulder, an ever-present guest whose welcome has been overstayed. The wish for freedom, foolish in my mind's eye, longs for the days when consequence was optional. Such creativity blossomed in that sunlight, saturated by nourishing rays that knew no wrong. But such is life that those times give way to the present struggle: balancing the duties of man and the desires of child. A task made more difficult by the intertwining of these two into an artist's life.