Lines Of Reality

[Bry89]

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

[RhymeLovingWriter]

This one intrigues me...character is often formed in the humanness of situations...which includes defects. Some, depending on how they shape us, bring beauty and change through the pain. I don't know if I'd want to erase that. If you erase the history, how would you ever understand how or why things happened?

But I also like the idea of a fresh start, so...

Interesting reflection this invokes.