I'm Only a Tired Artist

Sat, 10/01/2016 - 17:22 -- CarsonJ

I get out of bed every morning 

because if I were to lie still

then who would there be

to paint all the colors I see in my dreams?

If I were to lie still

then my world would never be any brighter 

than it is behind closed eyes,

and what kind of world is that?

I'd rather get out of bed

and sing hello to the sky

so that the next time I close my eyes

I'll dream of all the colors I can paint with

that will get me out of bed in the morning.



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