Colors

Tick Tock,

Like the hands of the clock, these seconds chase my faith 

Shave the sketches.

Constantly create ; the Future, the Self, the World you live in.

Look in Nature's mirror, at her cradled encryption.

The state of the world, don't you see, is the state of your mind.

So expand.

The pads of your feet are dripping with paint.

Your path your masterpiece. Hide nothing of those colors and explore 

Until the floor of this Earth has nothing blank left.

And then, start over again.