Chasing perspectives
The artist sees a prince in a frog
Love in toothache
Polished when raw.
Title dictates me amongst one
Artiste in the common,
And a philosopher for fun.
Simple colours and lores gated
Finding my pure voice
Whispering in the fated.
Lived through works of others
Inhaling inspiration to start
Holding my breath to discover
Exhaling cheap plagiarized art.
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Picked up by strong winds in life
I have traversed far
Telling stories to pad and a paint knife
Whitening the bizzare.
Somewhere in middle I lose
My sense of wonder and plain
Muddled — they fuse.
A tall wall that I can’t seem to skip
Limits my sunlight
Too bright for me to grip.
So I mirror the friends, the family and stars
While digging a tunnel under the wall
For myself,
The arts
And All!
