Beige Canvas


I have always had trouble looking at the "big picture"
Not that I couldn't imagine a big picture frame
But i couldn't see what filled it
I'm an open space waiting for a gap of time
Time to be rewind
Remind me
What is my purpose
Am I a ticking time bomb wasting away
Or am I that blank nightmare
One that has two faces but no smile
Am I as blank as that big picture
Do I share more in common with it than my holy mother
Other mundane worlds exist you just got to see the big picture
 

Not everything is seen as black and white

Colors adds life

Living a blank world can get tedious

Even for you

You taught me that life isn't worth living if one can't see the imagery

If you can't see that there is more to life than your simple blues, reds, and yellows

then how can you teach me about what's beautiful


You have to see the blue strokes on that fallow canvas
The red drips that flow off
And the empty atmosphere it carries between
Paint two yellow suns for it eyes
And one big moon for its head
Heading from the horror it carries rip one big hole
Now tell me you cant see the big picture
Tell me it's eyes are big enough to fill that space
Tell me there's still hope
That one blank canvas is bigger than a big picture

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