the sun outlined with light,
but filled with black.
the sky is painted gray,
i cant tell if its night or day.
but i love this feeling,anyway.

my picture's painted perfect,
though to someone else--my daydream feels,
a nightmare.

the clouds form one another
but nonetheless feel plain.
in this perfect world,my emotions are too drained.

there's no such thing as perfect,
so why do i keep yearning?
to practice more & more.

to getting in that picture,
to just be.....painted on.