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The Unpainted Canvas I put my brushes down Chasing a dream of scores The canvas waits in silence As my heart forever soars I traded color for numbers A test I cannot ignore But the art inside me whispers Why didn’t you paint anymore?

I’m not a man of reason, Logic’s not my guide I don’t understand why people Chase bitterness with pride. They search for rare, fleeting things As if misfortune’s what they seek What’s the point of such a life Why make yourself so weak Innovation’s good, I know, But not when it harms the soul I don’t understand the fascination With lives wrapped in desperation. Why read about pain watch the fall When it offers nothing at all They wear bright belts they take their shots Chasing aesthetics but what have they got Fur from a calf, a hollow disguise A face that’s lost beneath the lies. They butcher their brows, paint blood on their lips Turning into shadows with hollow trips. They talk of work yet chase the wrong kind Older addicts, forever blind Running through the world always in flight While their hearts grow colder with each passing night. Four songs, repeated in their ears The same old tunes that drown their fears. And they speak of ghosts spirits that call Hiding behind the myths pretending to know it all. But where is the truth in all of this Where is the real, the love, the bliss? They run from their duties from what’s deep Hoping the lies will help them sleep. Is it worth it this chase we all run? Are we truly living or just numb Fleeing from what’s real what’s true Lost in the shadows away from the view _has

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Oh master...

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