Art is Everything
Art is everything. You can see it anywhere.
But to find art that speaks to you is surprisingly rare.
A young girl wondering aimlessly, finding her way,
Makes one quick stop by the bay.
A painting of a bird in the sky and one on the ground.
There is only one question in mind,
Why is one bird free but the other bound?
Now she is asking, will that be me?
Will is be bound or will I be free?
She has no clue but takes it as a sign.
She pulls out her money, so it won't slip her mind.
The paintng was bought, it was the one thing she saught,
To understand the meaning and why it spoke to her.
Soon she will understand,
Art is everything and everything is art.
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