14: Maker's Curse

I remember the day you came into my life,
An image forever seared into my mind,
Formless and figureless.
An image recalled through sound and smells.

I looked upon the sweet trebles,
I sailed on those beautiful lines.
I never thought one day they'd be from me.
Beautiful images through sounds.
Lovely basses throbbing through the air.
Painting the fundamentals of life.
I didn't dream of having them so close to me.
It seemed all too wonderful.

Splashes of blue green red,
Against a backdrop of life.
Bringing and binding.
A promise of the forbidden fruit.

Little did I know,
This temptation,
This deception,
This never ending pursuance for perfection,
It will never lead to salvation.

Writhing and weaving,
Twisting and twirling,
The makers chose this path,
Of unending torment,
Of endless frustration.
A lifetime of searching for that promised fruit.

The maker's curse they call it.
The maker's curse we made it.
The never ending search for the forbidden,
Critical of imperfections in perfection,
Never sated with perfections in imperfections.
Always seeking,
Always searching.

Enough is enough,
I've had enough.