I Paint the World
i paint the world
or maybe the world paints me
mornings blaze awakens me
the blue grey sky sets me on my way
while soft green grass nows turned a deadly brown beneath my toes
i reach the bronze sand of the beach
dropping my burnt orange towel
i walk into mucky waters left by the needed rain
mud settles on my feet tops and i squirm to wash
i decide to sun bath instead turning my fair skin crisp red
then my day is almost over
i walk home under star lit sky
while full white moon shines down upon me
spotlighting my days tan
reaching home into a pitch black house
i go from room to room lighting the way
showering, then heading into a dark bedroom
sleeping into a tired night
into a new morning
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