I'm Only a Tired Artist
I get out of bed every morning
because if I were to lie still
then who would there be
to paint all the colors I see in my dreams?
If I were to lie still
then my world would never be any brighter
than it is behind closed eyes,
and what kind of world is that?
I'd rather get out of bed
and sing hello to the sky
so that the next time I close my eyes
I'll dream of all the colors I can paint with
that will get me out of bed in the morning.
This poem is about:
Me