Art

The white space confines me

One that must be covered

Art is fueled by colors, but colors are lost

In an ocean of people

People that are here for art

People that are being found by art

People that can hear art speaking to them

Wanting them to work harder and dream bigger

People always wait for a masterpiece

One with brilliant colors only seen in dreams

One that can make people feel

They hope that this will find them

They hope that their ugly mess will disappear

But they’re looking left instead of right

They’re looking for an easy way out

One that doesn’t require a passion

One that earns them a grade

Some people don’t care for the grade

Some people love art for what it is

Some people make beauty out of unwanted colors

Some people discover that art can be messy

That messy is only the beginning

Some people discover its not really that easy

That each and every color has meaning

That a mistake is only a unknown beauty

Some people just like me