If I had a canvas
Id display something you'd never forget.
If I were an artist
Id write to you without a regret.

Only if I could
Then I probably would
Tell you all the things
That make me feel good
I wanna have fun
But I dont know if I should
Let's just say Id love you
Only if I really could.

If I knew the world
Id introduce you
If I knew the languages
I bet Id just confuse you.
Just a lost chicken looking for mother hen.
It I could break the law
Id steal you just for me.
If I were a child
I'd go and climb a tree.
Oh the times when
We were ten.

You are someone to hold
and truth be told
you're more than gold.

No matter how the story goes
you'll always have your friends and foes.
Burning bridges kills the future.
Even though I belong in the past,
Turn it up and make it last.

Keep close to those who follow
Mind is overflowing, stomach is hollow.
We sing the days away
Where's the fun if there's no play.

Something in the way you teach me
And find your way to reach me.
Nothing is real, and that's just fine.
Just modifying what's already mine.

You tell me the world can't change,
So don't bother me if I do.
Motionless on the floor
But im okay,
I'm just tired of evil today

Maybe it's all a lie
Especially my reason why.
I'd fight for a cause if it fought for me
Till then, I'm with the galaxy

Some moments I feel like death
Others I feel reborn.
The days where I feel unbreakable
And the nights when I feel torn.
**** me now or spare my life,
Respirator, butchers knife.
How do I feel when I dont even know
How feeling is supposed to go.
Slowly losing shape of mind
Cant understand my own kind.
Since when does body
Conquer soul
Never, because I believe
In Rock n Roll.
***, drugs, music notes,
Sail together
Like wind and boats.

Cant afford to pay
attention today;
Concentration Holiday.
Mind's not in the gutter,
It's somewhere in the clouds.
What's a social gathering
without the risk of crowds.

Breaking promises
but that's okay.
It was gonna happen anyway.
Mind's a mess, leading me astray
That's the beauty
of  concentration holiday.

It is the song the bird memorizes every morning.
It is the movement of an inspired dancer.
The swift movement of fingers on an instrument,
And the beautiful sound that follows it.
It is emotion via colors on a canvas,
Or a melodic rhythm in song.
Is is a visual discussion of something worth
Knowing, learning, and hearing about.
It is a satisfying photo symbolizing life, and love,
And yet, a graphic, detailed piece explaining sin,
Death, and the wrong of human nature.
The release of built up emotions, both positive
And negative, creating something unique that
May only be significant to a single person,
Or able to grasp the attention of the world.
It is usually expressed through agony, and longing.
It is ourselves through a visual metaphor.
It is a spell, that's been cast upon you, that you
Express to others, expanding the impact of this magic.
It is the explanation of your own being.
It can explain your self views, and opinions.
It is something so beautiful, you cannot explain
Or comprehend the meaning unless you've experienced it
Yourself.
It's the realization that we are here to love.
It is deep thoughts coming to you from nowhere
But your own mind, using the one incredible thing
We're given that can unlock anything.
It is the face that we're present, we're
Alive, we are discovering, we are creating, we
Are learning, and we are living.
If that isn't art, then what is it?