The pale sky is a canvas
Lacking natural bliss
Take the pencil and draw
Replace what was lost
Fine sketches in mind
New stories in between the lines
Artistic skill becomes the sword
Reality starts to take form
When the world feels old and empty
Redraw the lines of reality
A modern masterpiece, yet so strange
But it is what I embrace
Abstract ideas and shades of grey
Everyday life done in my own way
It's beautiful but it's still not perfect
At least I've erased the human defect
Lacking natural bliss
Take the pencil and draw
Replace what was lost
Fine sketches in mind
New stories in between the lines
Artistic skill becomes the sword
Reality starts to take form
When the world feels old and empty
Redraw the lines of reality
A modern masterpiece, yet so strange
But it is what I embrace
Abstract ideas and shades of grey
Everyday life done in my own way
It's beautiful but it's still not perfect
At least I've erased the human defect
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