Watercolors
i just wanna run like watercolors and let my shades bleed into many pages
become a Picasso or something of the new ages
let my colors invert perverse points of view
and let the charcoal sketch lines overthrow
over thought out reasons
minds changing like seasons
as i swirl my shades hitting the water
water touching the brush
letting this head rush turn to dust
as i paint
i wanna run like watercolors
i wanna run like watercolors
i wanna run...
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