Perspective.

The end result of every human endeavor that has ever been undertaken is death.

Nonetheless, there can be said be successes and failures.

This is due to perspective.

I fight each morning for clarity and freedom from my shackle.

I wrestle each night with the bear that is my hurt.

And I saw the answer in my own eye,

Reflected,

In the mirror of art,

The shine of a knife,

The blank black flat screen of a television.

My eyes are green.