everywhere life moves-
through any space-
Art has been, and taken place

There is an artist
hiding deep with in me
she can sing and dance and write and draw
she can create anything

But sadly
she is trapped deep inside

so then the confused me
tries to dance but always falls
tries to sing but always fails
tries to create but only crumbles

because I have now realized that
I am an artist trapped in a body that isn't capable  
of creating art

Draw me in pencil,
Draw me in chalk,
Draw me in bright colours,
Draw me with shades,
Or draw me paint brush
Stokes and all,
But if you draw me in your mind, do it so you never forget me at all.