The Threads of Power

A life without art and design is a life without soul a cold, lifeless existence

We created to survive created for pleasure giving life to what excited us

Life cannot exist without creation The quiet strings in history that we so unknowingly rest on the foundation of our identity

We are fused with it we live in it wear it use it see it everywhere even in ourselves

A power that drives us shapes us lifting, healing inspiring

But it can deprive twist the mind make people march for the man on the top make nations dream the same dream believing it is their own

For a long time powerful people used this force to shape worlds paths for others to follow

They try to control it but this power always offers more than one pathsinging its own melody because it`s more than a decoration

It tears and opposes molds and creates

We create the creations and they shape us

We stand as shadows in our own design losing control as it weaves us into it like a spider’s web

So we decide be the spider pulling the strings creating

Or be the fly stuck with the consequences