tomorrow is my judgement day
my little babies will hang on the wall
my loved pieces are not with me anymore
they went to the gallery
they are ready to see the world
they will meet strangers for the first time
the joys of the mystics
the work is ready to be judged and to communicate
every piece is dear is loved
every piece is from my all
i should be scared and anxious
but as they say i am comfortably numb
what is done is done
and this is it for me
what happens next is not up to me
my part is done
the rest is up to the work to perform
to touch people or not
to speak or to sleep
but i miss my work
pieces of me are out to be judged
tomorrow is judgement day
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