I look at paintings on the walls,
Some big and some small,
Each tells a story of light and dark,
Each tells the story of a type of heart,
Be it broken,
Be it fixed,
Be it mending,
Be it in bits,
I look at paintings on the walls,
Some bright and some dull,
Each tells a story of life and death,
Each tells the story of their own journey,
Be it bumpy,
Be it slick,
Be it punishing,
Be it in bliss,
I look at paintings on the wall,
But still i can't see,
Where is the one that stares back at me?