If Only
If I could just reach down
Way deep down inside the pit of my stomach
Into the bottom of my soul
I would draw out what was there
And slap it on the nearest thing
A Canvas
A Paper
And then I would have finally created something.
Life isn't about change or objects
Life is about being
I want to leave something behind to be
Something that I'm proud of
Something that's me
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