A blank canvas
A world of potential
Crafty ingenuity
But, alas
There is no room
So I follow my instincts
Wave goodbye to gloom
Much less understanding
About impending doom
The creases in your face
Shows reality and truth
Quirkily misconstrued
With a front row view
Jan 14, 2019
Jan 14, 2019 at 7:26 AM UTC
A blank canvas
A world of potential
Crafty ingenuity
But, alas
There is no room
So I follow my instincts
Wave goodbye to gloom
Much less understanding
About impending doom
The creases in your face
Shows reality and truth
Quirkily misconstrued
With a front row view
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