Looking At The Canvas
I Wonder What Will Come
From the inner recesses of my mind
And how the paint will meld
In a formation of continuing
Freedom of thought
I ponder, and hesitate
Before making the first overture
of a new beginning
for every canvas
Expresses Who I am,
and what I have lived,
and where I want to go In my life.
And I reach forward
Brush in  hand
Paint at the tip
                                                   To begin anew