A canvas so endless...
Footsteps may go in vain..
Hours may pass insane...
The stories of wrapped moments I gain..
Make up the euphoria that remains...
A canvas so endless...
Might seem large or less..
The patterned hues and the mess..
Are the choices of my soul's dress..
Do I see the cup all filled?
Do answers get me thrilled?
Or do I have to rebuild..
The dreams yet unfulfilled..
As voids are filled with simple chimes..
Of reason and innocent grimes...
Does the journey count in dimes?
Or in the lives I touch through these times..