Just as I open my eyes to the dawn
The colors are gorgeous, as I give a yawn.
What will I make of this perfect gift?
A canvas that’s empty placed right
In front of me.
I am in charge of the choices I make.
I have the power to destroy or create –
My destiny.
Will my canvas lift the hearts of those who see?
Will they be in despair and shake their heads?
Pink laughing, yellow delight
Blacks and grays – tornado swirls
My voice
My choice.
