Stop to look.
Behind every beautifully painted sunrise
Lies a tired hand.
And behind every dream
Lies a memory.
Like wallpaper behind fresh pigment,
Dripping with color,
Every saturated interaction holds intentions.
As time runs out
Old wallpaper curls at the edges
And your once fresh coat of satin finish acrylic
Will bubble, peel, and fade
And the original print is all that will remain.
Whether you painted to cover,
Or you painted to forget,
There is not one thing you can do
To hide yourself from truth.
So choose your words now wisely
Don't battle with the view
Because one day
Your poorly brushed on life
Will come back around to you.
Live without regret.