Twisting colors,

soft in my talented

hands and they bend

themselves to my will.

Words splash across the

blank canvas, mix in with

the colors. All of it spins

around and in a fraction

of a second, art is

created. And it's beautiful.

Daunting future ahead is

wiped away, swept away.

A certain future is here,

painted. Art. Artist. No

more worries.