If I ever was to make a painting
I’m certain the grass in it won’t be green
Maybe a brownish purple
Beyond ordinary
A green sky and a red sea
One redder than the existing one
A couple of things
A couple explanations of what it is inside my mind
Chaos galore; beauty
Chaos galore
If I ever was to make a painting
I’m certain the grass in it won’t be green
Maybe a brownish purple
Beyond ordinary
A green sky and a red sea
One redder than the existing one
A couple of things
A couple explanations of what it is inside my mind
Chaos galore; beauty
But at such a point
And when there’s much to think about
there’s too little to say
but at such a point
there’s quadrillions of things to write
and gazillions of words to get lost in.
BENIGN.
Perfectly different
Perfectly different
and in the sparks of a flaming fluid
I’d see myself
just as a kilned pot
but with cracks for perfection
Different.
Flawed. Perfect.
BENIGN
They’re song to their ears
Im troubled
But I’m just a bird
It’s all up to me
Because my cries;
They’re song to their ears.
Always
I’m told people tire
But I dare call exemptions on myself
There’s more to my heart’s being myogenic
For it beats not only for me
But also for the depth of the love my existence can’t help but feel for you Mi Amor
I’m never to fatigue
And just as time knows no end
My love for you knows no halt
You’re the love of my life
And I’ll always love you.
I don’t walk alone
I don’t usually walk alone
But I know the beauty of solitary saunters
And I know how sweet it is to hum tunes my brain credits itself for
so I walk with my music
and my problems too
Chanting them as if to entertain the whizzing winds
Singing them as if the melodies would shoo them away,
With the incessant brrrr!s they leave on my ears
Chorusing them to the birds
Just as if their responses are solutions
Chirp! Chirp! they quip, and I sing along
There’s a solution to my troubles,
The winds and birds know,
I don’t walk alone.
I don’t walk alone.