If life was canvas then what would I paint?
There would be silent blue waves filled with unseen dark hate
There would be bright green and gold meadows with flowers to spare
There would be bottomless pits filled with regrets and lost cares
There would be an unfinished tunnel made from ropes with loose ends
There would be a long lost family and an old forgotten friend
If life was a canvas and I could choose what i paint it would be glossy and perfect but secretly fake.