My Canvas
Things are bottled up
My heads gonna explode
I see my canvas begin to come alive.
Can’t hold it in no more
No not at all. Gotta get it out.
Write it all down so I can unload
Magically I’m creating my
Master piece of my mind.
Ink and pen, flowing out,
Covering my canvas and all.
Mind leaves nothing behind.
Oceans of thoughts, bundles
Of letters flows and does so fall.
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