Paint my gaze
My life, my joy, my sorrow
Paint to see what I wrote
People have forgotten how to read
For you see when you read you do not look at words
You look at image; imagination is a beautiful thing
My poem is not for you to read
Visuals, visuals, visuals
Your dorsolateral prefrontal cortex, is there for you to see
I am vindicated of this crime, it is time for you too
Do not seek for redemption if you did not choose
Paint my every move
I want for you to paint it in your mind
Help me to not be the only one to remember this time
Memories is such a beautiful thing, but more beautiful if you can remember it with me
Recall the times
Everything, even the ones you wish were never there
Recall the times
They helped you to reach here
Endure the sufferance to paint your future
Work can be hard at any age, but you are stronger
If you can just paint a line between reality and fiction
You have just saved a life
If you can remember the ones oldest to you are the wisest
Then you will have the greatest advise
Take a step forward and not a single word more
Move your hands and stop forming sentences into paragraphs
The greatest people talk, but the most world changing one's walks slowly with action, making them fast
Walk for action
Walk for an achievement every single day
If you could just paint, paint with your mind…
I assure you, you would have the greatest life
If you want to redeem, then start doing something worth the change
Joy is everything, but life is more
Life is not all fun and games
Those who listen have, and you should
Cause life is such an extraordinary thing
And you too are wonderful
As I paint this painting of mine I recall all of you
Hence fourth a stroke of a brush is more then just a line
We are are glorious, we are such being things
My canvas stretch's farther when I see us accomplish many things
A stroke of a brush, recall more than just the memories of us
A Stroke of A Brush…
Yes I think that a nice thought
Yes, let us not stop painting with our minds
Continue on in this life, as I do in mine