The Artist
I flew upon the fragrant wings
Of thoughts, and hopes, and silly things,
I wandered worlds that might yet be
And trekked through places never seen.
I stargazed on the softest cloud;
The greatest place the world around!
I saw the stars dance sweet and slow
Until with night they had to go.
I gazed upon the yawning morn
As day from night again was born,
I witnessed all the world breathe in
And saw the world begin again.
I found that all the world is drab
If we don't take it in our hands
And say "I'll make this something new!"
And so that's what I always do.
I paint my world in brightest hues;
Impassioned reds and thoughtful blues,
I use all colors I can find
To show the world within my mind.
When others hear about these things
They sometimes laugh and sometimes scream,
Some hustle by with cold disdain
While others think that I'm insane.
These people like to paint with grey
And want me to do as they say,
To be someone that isn't me,
Someone that they would rather see.
I love the world too much to let
The earth dissolve in their regret
That they did not see all they could
Or do the things they thought they should.
If all we use to paint the skies
Are sorrows and our endless sighs
Then all the earth will slowly end
Because we make the world we're in.
So I'll bring joy to all their ways
And add my colors to their greys,
This world is better than it seems
Because I paint it with my dreams.
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