A few nights ago, I lay awake in bed unable to fall asleap, and suddenly I had this poem in my head, together with this picture. I was so tired that I didn't bother to write or sketch it down, and when I woke up the next day, it was all gone. But the same evening when I was again lying sleepless, it reappeared! I once again had the same poem and the same picture in my head, and this time I got up and wrote the words down. But the problem was now that I couldn't forget about it! The days afterwards it just wouldn't leave me alone. Since I couldn't get the picture out of my head, I didn't have much of a choice, really, it just WANTED to get drawn... So when I started drawing this, I allready had it finished in my head, with details and colours and everything. I just had to redraw what I saw when I closed my eyes. Sounds a bit strange, doesn't it? ;) This is just a third of the original pictures size, so it's kinda huge...
Joy? there's no time.
Reflection? there's no time.
Confusion? there's no time.
Life? there's no time.
What is ahead,
and what did you leave?
There’s no time to dread,
there’s no time to grieve.
For the world goes on without cease,
just choose a mate and get it over with.
So she can die in peace,
knowing she served a purpose.
But the day is still before her,
She has the choice of life
She is the one to the water stir,
She is the mayfly who lives in constant strife.