In
The
Hectic
Day,
Comfort
Slides
Away,
And
I Turn
Back
At
Last
To
The
Solace
Of
The
Past,
And
Paint
Is
The
Key
To
Remembering
Me.
No
More
The
World
Outside
I Sought
To
Conquer
In
My
Pride,
I'll
Turn
Away
To
Consider
Only
The
Light,
Raise
My
Brush
In
A
Solitary,
Peaceful
Hush,
And
Endure,
Glad
To
Be
Obscure.