by Khari D. Hawke
I am a masterpiece in paint drops
That have not left the can
I am Art from a paintbrush
Yet to be stroked by a hand
I am a star that shines brilliant
Against the dark night sky
But only a spot…
In the distance to
The naked eye
I am seeds
And blueprints
And ideas
I am dead wrong
Then incorrect
Now two steps closer
To the right answer
I am instruments to the symphony
I am ingredients without a recipe
I am a play with no strategy
But only a move away
From my destiny
I am learning,
I am growing,
I am changing,
I am a masterpiece in pieces
And I am coming together!
I am a masterpiece in paint drops
That have not left the can
I am Art from a paintbrush
Yet to be stroked by a hand
I am a star that shines brilliant
Against the dark night sky
But only a spot…
In the distance to
The naked eye
I am seeds
And blueprints
And ideas
I am dead wrong
Then incorrect
Now two steps closer
To the right answer
I am instruments to the symphony
I am ingredients without a recipe
I am a play with no strategy
But only a move away
From my destiny
I am learning,
I am growing,
I am changing,
I am a masterpiece in pieces
And I am coming together!
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