A Blank Canvas
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A Blank Canvas - thats how it starts.
On paper or between the lines, it sets a world apart.
An invisible line caught in a stroke of blue,
A hopeful song sung in a hopeful tune,
A swirl of emotions in one line of words,
A different way of flying without following the birds,
A way to know you love without a heartbeat,
A different way of standing without relying on two feet.
It's the gliding of a pen or the erasing of a mistake
that makes a world so unreal thats all for you to partake.
It's like a drop of water that pours into a flood
that drowns you in mystery and cleans like mud.
It towers like a tree - the hard part it to find it.
It burns like a candle that first has to be lit.
Its where colors don't matter as long as they're YOURS.
Where boredon does nothing but open doors.
Where fantasy clones into fiction,
Where smooth surfaces give way to friction,
Where silence becomes a scream and a scream a song,
Where everything is worth the time, nomatter how long,
Where going nowhere will take your breath away,
Where nothing is nonsense and all evil starts to decay,
Where times prolong themselves and carves it all in stone,
Where you're surrounded by voids, but you're never alone.
It goes as far as you want it to,
As wide as the vast ocean blue.
An escape from this cage,
A break from this RAGE
Where you're never alone
Since it's all set in stone
when evil decays
and your breath is taken away.
No matter how long,
A scream becomes a song
to give way to friction
and clones into fiction.
To open all the doors
that are all YOURS
it has to be lit
or it'll be hard to find it.
It cleans like mud
to fall into a flood
that's all for you to partake
at the erasing of a mistake.
Relying on two feet
without a heartbeat
and following the bird
all depicted in one line of words.
A hopeful song sung in a hopeful tune,
An invisable wind caught in a stroke of blue,
On paper or between the lines, it sets a world apart.
A blank canvas and an open mind - That's where it starts.