Forest For The Trees
Wet Paint
This is a paintingAnd whatever's put onThis consciousness canvasIt never stays the sameWet paint foreverCold paint is blueScratch paint is sniff paintTwo dimensional glueEverything is flatAnd we're by the frameKind of like a movieExcept we are the screenI am a paintingThis is a paintingThe paint always movesThis stands at the edge of what isLooking out beyond ourselvesWe shut our eyesAnd see everything
From Letras Mania