The Artist's Mind
Art is a dream that I cannot escape,
It’s more than just colors and paper and shapes,
Appearing in sights I see every day,
I get lost in the beauty that’s on display,
The gears in my mind spin with furious haste,
To not let the scene I just saw go to waste,
How best to transform what I've seen with my eyes,
Into what the meaning behind it implies,
It’s impossible for me to avoid inspiration,
A critical step in the world of creation,
All the words in this world could never express,
The thoughts and ideas that artists possess.
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