An exit for expression An admittance with no fee A mind free from excluding An exhibition without end
The centerpiece- an installation Ever moving within its frame Its contents constantly disappearing To reveal a blank canvas to be filled once more
The artist turns out to be me, and me alone Leaving my post is an improbability As the gallery holding me hostage is my own mind Yet in truth, I find happiness in this prison cell
Without sleep I find energy from passers by Who refuel my passion with their coins Thrown into my hat beside me Tokens of positivity that they cannot directly give
The door is always open Even to those who find fault with the artist Who tease me in my chained feet And hurl their abuse with intent to delay completion
Yet still, I welcome companionship of viewers Without noticing the deviants who scratch away at my painting My selflessness renders me unable to notice evils Blinding me with the future I paint before my eyes
My piece is never mastered For I am distracted by evils constant approach Presenting me with gifts of seeds, that grow in my soils Only to blossom as weeds, and eat away at all goodness
But my grounds are open, and my job demands time Rarely do I have the time to look upon works accomplished But I steal a moment as sun and moon change shifts Only to be met a view that gives no happiness as before
My stubborn positivity keeps defences up Protecting myself from taunters and ghosts who take refuge in corners I am distracted by my own optimism, the joy of what I do But it hinders me, in ways I cannot defeat
My ability to seek vengeance was never yielded nor encouraged So instinctively as always, I turn not to the voices behind me And paint upon the canvas once more The doors still open