Art

What is art?
Does anyone really know?
If it comes from the heart,
Then why doesn’t it fit
The mold you have decided.

So what if I sing off key,
Or if I paint that tree wrong.
Who cares that you don’t like
The words to my song.

I am an artist.
A true dreamer.
This beauty is mine.
And your beauty is yours.
Art is in the eye of the beholder you know.
So quit your judgment day.
Let your heart overflow.

I am an artist.
You could be too.
Art isn’t about judgment.
Its about perspective
And personal perfection.
Reflection.

If it’s perfect to my heart.
Then let yours open up.
Then you will understand me.
Then you will finally get it.
You will finally know
That I am an artist.