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
Ready to begin anew