Sonicdude41
Senior Member
Old Master Painter,
Take your palette and create for me my destiny.
Burn-in your soulless mark,
Help chalk up these visions so misunderstood,
Wear down the river I continue to drown through.
Sound out the song for the children,
To which they listen and play in the irises abound.
Make me the boy sitting on the rocks,
So I may peacefully stare at swirling, mystical blue.
Spare me from your harsh brush strokes,
And undulate your creations through tender loving care.
Calm yourself among the water lilies as I know you to do,
For what all have I wronged unto thee?
If not that, what then can I owe to you,
Allowing the understanding of all that you?ve left to see?
Please, Old Master Painter,
Impart unto me unrealisms I?ll not soon forget.
Take your palette and create for me my destiny.
Burn-in your soulless mark,
Help chalk up these visions so misunderstood,
Wear down the river I continue to drown through.
Sound out the song for the children,
To which they listen and play in the irises abound.
Make me the boy sitting on the rocks,
So I may peacefully stare at swirling, mystical blue.
Spare me from your harsh brush strokes,
And undulate your creations through tender loving care.
Calm yourself among the water lilies as I know you to do,
For what all have I wronged unto thee?
If not that, what then can I owe to you,
Allowing the understanding of all that you?ve left to see?
Please, Old Master Painter,
Impart unto me unrealisms I?ll not soon forget.
