You’ve seen a lot of art unlike mine
But when you view me you will find
All of my characteristics plainly
I’ll distinguish mine vainly
Since it is unique
And I’m kind of a freak
Of nature unwilling
But forcefully killing
Each delicate, polite, fragile sound
You’ll feel my presence when I’m not around!
Not to frighten, but to boldly show
That when I portray art, I clearly KNOW!
About all the struggle
Trouble, toil & bubble
Could I be a witch?
No, my brain is unhitched!
There are so many ways to ride
Side-saddle, backward, or stride
This pony is free from societal reigns
But galloping back, there are gains
My words strangely speak of a witch and a horse
But I’m a mere artist, just playing, of course
Life would be mundane if there’s nothing to stain
That’s why we could never restrain, sustain, or remain
Inertia only results with our attempts
But movement we crave to reach farther depths
We understand ourselves as we gather our thoughts
To absent-mindedly declare,”Oh Dear!…I forgot!”
I’m not a one-trick pony
I’ve got more up my sleeve
Than the heart that you see
On the outside…and…I can’t leave!