What if you could
Be
Do
Have
Anything?
What would you if
Standing right in front of your
Imperfectly perfect face
There was a huge white stretch of possibility
A blank canvas
Waiting for you
To pick up your paintbrush
And just paint, baby
Make it shine
Out of every orifice
So find your paint and your paintbrush
And find that canvas
That blank canvas
What are you going to paint
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