a feeling of mine |
Painting on Canvas My life is full of sadness And my only weapon is my paintbrush and canvas But I know something is missing And I don’t know what it is As I look at the mirror, I can see too many happy peoples In my memories I can see it clearly But why can’t I join them? I want to give up, And throw away all my canvas, Because I cant see the real And what is missing Am I going to live my whole life this kind of way? As I walk through my rooms, My eyes are already dimming And I can’t see my vision As I open my window, I saw a beautiful thing And it seems my conscience wants to tell me, That I should paint it I get my paintbrush and my canvas then I started to paint Even If my eyes are close My hands started to stroke of an image that I cannot clearly see A beautiful image of somebody Then I ask my self, can I call this mine? And In the next morning when I woke up I can still feel that my checks are red and something happened So I look at the portrait that I have painted last night And my canvas is all clear Am I dreaming? Then I hesitated that I know that I have painted something My sick body told me that I am tired enough And I need to rest because it was only a vision of yesterday A vision that never ends And I need a long rest that needs not to be disturbed Disturbed by the happy visions of my past |