True Art

Your evaluation of me Has not been kind Cloaked as truth It is dry, tightly defined It forces your vision To see in black and white Missing color, depth and light... Now you tell me art Is an individual thing Meant to move each person differently And if you're not inspired by me Perhaps there is less art here then I believe An individual choice, you think Now I tell you, art remains Lack of vision cannot change this It will exist. You can chose not to buy Dismiss my attempts to frame and light Evaluate in black and white Colors shout, depth it bleeds It keeps me kind as you leave We were art, you can't change this It will exist.