I shall paint my dreams over the dark skies, there is no rebuttal from life.
The hues of colours come upon me at my choosing, like the first rays of the sun.
I dredge my own path upon the meadow, I see clearly that there are no obstacles.
The grass reaches my ankles, I cant see my own feet. Tiny rocks and rootlets trip me over, obstacles I "couldn't see."
All these bruises and tiny scars leave me with lingering thoughts. We worry about calamities and trip over tiny pebbles. I'd much rather look around and not straight, tripping over these hindrances and finding my way.
Breathe in the air around, the essence of life.
Don't worry, don't rush when your time is up it is up. Enjoy your walk and paint your dreams as an artist does,
Lastly, do not forget to look around the meadow.
