by Sean McGarry
life is a piece of art.
exquisite and unique
in complexion.
we enter this world
dull as paper,
curious of man itself.
i have heard them speak
of value losing in a
battle to time.
but what about humans?
the development of naive minds:
an interaction of empty canvases.
the simplicity of nature,
a sturdy foundation.
progression of thought.
through this state of
constant vigilance,
a picture is evolving.
every artist reaches a
point of adjourn.
their painting takes time.
people will come and go,
but imagination lasts forever.
as life is a piece of art.