life's an artwork

Of metaphysical phenomena

      infinite horizons
          no origin
              just canvas
           
go ahead and paint little boy

do not cry for your future, trust in your paint

                         do not despair, trust in your canvas

              do not be afraid, trust in your life

Author's Note

First poem. It's about 11:22 pm captures a brief thought, probably won't make sense in the morning. Raw thought I suppose. Fun with wordplay and format.