Mix of art,splash of color.
painting my world in various hues.
Drawing in my dreams,
a perfect life for me
I try to stray from colors of gray and blue.
A fix of paint, a bit of charcoal
Life is naughty but a piece of art.
Ever changing colors fading,
white out, redo, my brush never leaving.
Creating strokes across the canvas of time.
The colors always bleeding,
Over and over again shall I yet paint.
and this I shall do till I get it right.
But art is never perfect.
That's ok,because I shall remain to paint.
And I will do so,
till these dreams come true.
but until then all I create,
Will be naught but a canvas of shades of blue.
