life is like a painting with water colors
as soon as i get an end result emotions start to run into eachother
things dont always appear how they seem
it's as if the chaos on the canvas is nothing but a dream
as i dip my brush into the paint, reality sinks in
everything swirls together, no longer kept within
i'm afraid to define anything and set it in stone
for if my emotions do change, my definitions will be left alone
vibrant colors turn to black
i stand on the edge, holding nothing back
swaying back and forth there are times i almost fall
taking a step forward, even if it means risking it all
as the colors collide so do day dreams and reality
fogging up my eyes, allowing me to see clearly
the strokes of paint are forever shifting and distorted
as i take it all in, i see my slef portrait