Pieces
PIECES
Life is a puzzled piece
Striding to fix our scattered equation
We're all fixing our lives
Because none was plain & made on arrival
To this galaxy called Earth
We all came to fix our puzzle
Torn before the face of nature
Our canvasses are now congested
From childhood innocence
With painting and hating,
Broken hedges and images,
With letters and fetters,
With stains and pains,
With scooped sheets of artistic work;
The imperfections of an artist, mortality of man.
Life is like an art mirror;
Check yourself, draw, paint yourself,
Design yourself, scoop yourself or screw yourself.
If I was a scattered face of aesthetic being
Would you find me, would you fix me?
Life is hard enough but we're tough enough
Zeal and zest not cast off.
We will fix our scattered souls,
To sail through until fulfilment.
VickWizzy
Art personified: Vick AdeDayo Manuel
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Written by: Vick Manuel {VMP}
Copyright © July 31st, 2017
Copyright © Victor Immanuel | Year Posted 2020
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