Your life hung up in a gallery,
Poised in a wooden frame,
The sequences of happenings,
Set firmly in their place.
Your days hung up in a metaphor,
Your thoughts carved out of stone,
You call yourself da vinci, but,
Your talent isn’t known.
And we all feel like painters,
Just brushing out figures in gray,
And our ideas brand us,
We’re filling up canvas,
And drying out the paint.
You had watchful eyes for everyone,
But who takes care of you?
Your face was crooked in that photograph,
I had to take while you were looking away,
It’s just another snapshot,
You seem as sure as I’m not,
We’re not getting carried away.
But your soul it doesn’t run,
But the colours have begun...
And we all feel like painters,
Just brushing out figures in gray,
And our ideas brand us,
We’re filling up canvas,
And drying out the paint.
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