Strokes of the brush
I have all the time in the world
There is no rush
But My reality is all SWirled

I keep painting and painting and painting
A beautiful master piece in my mind
Until the paint dries up I'm waiting
Oh this painting is so perfect and kind

The pain is on this canvas for all to see
But a private art show just for me

Taking a step back I look
Nothing looks right I've screwed up

I punch a hole threw the canvas
I scream I cry
The canvas is ruined
And so am I

I try to pick up the pieces
As the regret settles in
I've ruined my painting

And everything I am

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