my life is a deck of cards
shuffled and lost in the color
but I am more than two shades of gray
ordered one atop the other
I am yours before hell freezes over
satisfied with a three-headed clover
sometimes I just rattle away
until I have nothing left
this weight against my chest feels like
something impossible to describe
like fire eating at me from the inside
artistry is just photography
with talent applied to imagination
but when my thoughts run out
I run about tempting my own limitations
paint into a sea of colors
and see just what you find
maybe the world's adoration?
just make sure you come back alive
don't make the same mistake as I
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem