Mix of Colour
My mind is filled
like a finger paint canvas.
The colours, mixed in.
The designs, original.
The total result is
not what the artist intended,
yet, it still pleases
the inner eye.
The canvas is hidden with
secrets in its folds.
The secrets of
hidden inspiration
and stories.
The simple paintbrush
is made with experiences
that create the smallest dot.
The meaning of the art
changes upon perspective,
slowly molding itself to host.
The ending result is only seen,
never the endless hours of
consideration and decisions
which went into it.
My mind is a child's canvas,
a mix of nonsense to the
outside views.