made to make,
you created to create.
white wall canvases.
blank page opportunities.
art between the lines,
triangles sketched in corners.
limbs to make rhythm.
lips that love noise.
waterfall ideas drench pages,
innovation drips like drops of water,
pooling beneath my finger tips.
definition of self is in,
the action and reaction.
i cant sit still,
my thoughts my thrill.
the nets i drop don't,
catch the thoughts i think i wont.
there must be something good inside.
its a world of mine own,
i travel to when eased,
the world you gave me,
you made of clay and molded,
a breath of life that's fresh.
life bread that's stale appeased.
