Losing To Find

Elements will pervade in the wilderness when you're lost
Memories do the same when you carry on down lively streets where people draw visions that you glimpse
You try to trace and try to paint
Try to color with comely shades but you make it run
With tears that splash, smearing a potential masterpiece where you could have left your cares and leave your mark that speaks 
Volumes of freedom

I picture bulls charging
I'm a matador holding nothing but wine, they cross
In fright and trepidation
There is no more predation
Transcendental meditation
Works only for a time
I picture you again
So I retreat to the wilderness to lose myself
So I can find myself