I paint the world in my own image,
Pictures of my own making
Colors seen through,
Object associations.
Drawn from within,
Truly the mind’s eye
Without the influence,
From the outside.
A voice can paint a picture,
Whether fact or fiction
The image is mine to hold,
My own vision.
My paintings hold no value,
But for me, they are gold
They hold my view of the world,
My own mold.