Imprisoned, the life of modernity

I am a painter 
Or at least I try to be one 

A world renowned painter 
I am to be known for my works of art 

Indeed I am a painter 
Gifted an eye to see structured colours 

Though I feel my hands are tied 
Roped strung and bound firm in bondage 

To look on, onto canvas 
Calling out, with edge to display 

I am a caged beast 
A lion from the far lands, eastern hills 

Where the mountains gave way 
To giants of men who walk with confidence 

Conquered all and placed flags of honour 
I saw them as nothing more than mole hill 

I am god sent 
But just as a mere mortal  

To die, perish one day 
As proof of my mortality as human  

With visions of god sent 
Gifted to weave words into meaning 

A creative art as parable 
Allowing an underlying current to flow 

Testing the wisdom of wise-men 
To interpret concepts laid to adopt 

I am an engineer
Hanging on spinning wheels 

Adjusting and twisting nuts 
Bolts to positions fixed 

To accelerate motion 
Steam engine trains on rails 

But sometimes I drop my spanner 
Into the depths of clogged machinery 

I am a travelling man 
A voyager from distance lands 

Each step a testimony of my resolve 
Each voyage a proof of my blessed deed 

Though sometimes I feel my hands are tied 
Roped strung and bound firm in bondage 

I am an artist of sorts 
No less in regard 

A canvas sits empty before me 
Brushes and paint colours line up in jars 

Visions lay plentiful in my head  to share 
A beautiful master piece awaits the light of day

Though I feel my hands are tied 
Roped strung and bound firm in bondage 

The prayer then that 
The gods will hear us today 

I pray tomorrow, the gods come back with grace 
I pray tomorrow my hands are set free again 

To paint modernity on these lands 
And see it manifest into reality 

Setting free minds that lay conservative  
Imprisoned in their own built up cages 

I am a painter of words 
Watch meaning unfold, or at least I try to be