Painting with few strokes at a time,
Careful, precise, and gentle,
staying, inside the lines,
Painting without thought--just instructions,
The madness oh how it,
drives me mental,
Grabbing at the future,
I splashed and smeared,
Covering this canvas with emotion,
I look at my hands,
dirtied and covered in paint,
colors combined calling my fate,
who could take my freedom but me?
So I tossed my manual,
Forgetting those instructions,
Painting with passion,
no effort or rules,
I smiled at the sky,
For now, I am a fool, for the chains, I have placed,
For people so abaist,
This is my will to live,
I thrive to be me,
In the world of judgment and greed,
there will be a day,
where the world will be off guard,
that will be my time to change this world,
to take charge.
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By: Ashtyn Riddle
First poem ever.....
