In depth and truth

The chasm of my curiosity grows,
It's depth reaching infinity.

Unnoticed change,
My metamorphosis.

Colors and numbers,
Texture, smell and taste.

All else could be lies;
Sight, sound and thought.

Too deep is the ocean,
Too shallow is the man.

The oceans grip crushing,
The man posses a feather hand.

My soul is the ocean,
I'm not defined by the man.

My soul is free,
Undefined by lines;

I am a painting,
Among many identical drawings.

Unique, mystery or false,
I'm tried by man.

I'm no actor,
I am the one entertained.

Not by idiocy,
But the bliss of it.

"Laughter is the best medicine."
More ignorance than comedy.