Canvas

Our life is beautiful.

Each step we make, we also paint a beautiful paradise
On a white canvas which can sometimes be black
Each sway of our brush
We can make mistakes
But we can undo it without repainting it
Repainting it means ruining your canvas
Which can alter you, and make us lose our dignities
We all have a system of making our canvas progressive
And we continue swaying the brush
In the canvas of our life
With the brush as our weapon stood as our hearts
And the colorful paints stood as our decisions.

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can we undo it? how?