Unwanted Treasure Poem by Drake Kinkaid

A new canvas clean only with white
All I need now is the color to blend what I can
These things I had are only the exhaled smoke assending high into the air so I never will choke
I'll pack all my thoughts so they can float down the river
Learn from the breathing of the currents wide mouth
Learn what I can and continue my travel
Now I have what I need to completely unravel
Its almost like counting grains sand
The harder you look you can't understand
Seems so softly absurd to gaze into the distance when you can arrive at the peak and sleep like a statue

A masterpiece to complete..
All of us...