Of a will consisting of pure concentration and curiosity

Of wrinkled brow and squinted eyes to the point where lashes touch

This hero of technique was supplied with paint and brushes

In stained hands, he took his tools and turned them from a sad state to powerful wands

Suddenly, a transformed magician performed before a grand city crowd

Tricks of shapes and blends

A sidewalk corner, his grand stage

Preparing great illusions, his wisdom was manifested into each stroke

landscapes and buildings, replacing doves and bunnies,  adventured into what had been white blankness

A true mystery

As a simple spell would allow, he casted upon me, a young spectator, a new perspective of what once seemed so true

And made me see a clear future so suitable for me

No longer bombarded with thoughts of business or law

I now ached for stained hands

And the wisdom of a simple street artist