Ive come so far and now i can see the true fruits which my paths tree has rendered upon lifes page of remeberance. Though im free of the sins of my past being, my new way still suffers from the demons created on an earlier picture plane. My rythmical artifact of depiction has been swayed my gift flawed by the obstical of a life like picture painted in vain. Now i sit staring at all of theses Spiraled Obstructions.