Anyone can put words together.

Everyone can be an artist.

Is poetry no more than an imagery of combined words?

Is art no more that an attractive mixing of colors?

In a logical sense, everything is straight and mathematical.

In a logical sense, everything is logical.

But wouldn’t that also mean

that nothing is as well?

And if nothing is logical,

and everything is logical,

what is real?

What is unreal?

Where does the mind begin,

and where on earth does it end?

That is,

if there even is an earth,

if there even is an end.

Questions can **** us

But only if we let them

Because anyone can put words together

Everyone is an artist.