To be is to do...

I succumb to sin for my soul’s sinister;

I care for them for my soul craves for Christ.

I do what I am.

I can fake and pass an illusion, but

I do forget I breathe disillusions.

I paint a canvass that’ll tear soon.

I compose euphony but that won’t croon.

I do what I am; for

To do is to be.

I sit and brood, head hung in dismay.

Behold!

I remember I can turn a page.

I desire a portrait awed by the world.

I strike a chord for the vibes to be heard.

I am what I do.

I mirror a soul; soul mirrors not my life, but

I mirror a soul that mirrors my style.

I am sinister, so I’ll succumb to sin;

I crave for Christ, so I care for them.

I am what I do; not

I do what I am.

To be is to do; not

To do is to be.