None of that black and white shit for me
I've got beauty on the brain
An endless sea of design
In each wave I've painted faces of people who will change
Sand forms the island I claim as my own
I relentlessly pound on solid oak doors
Screaming, "MY DREAMS NEED TO BREATHE!"
Time is holding me Captive in its fog
Reality tells me I must wait
My heart continues to crave the sea, the island, the faces...
So, I will continue drawing doors until time agrees with my demands
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