Canvas Waiting

We’re all blank canvases
An artistic vision in the making
Why live in shades of gray?
Such is monochromaticism
Be more perceptive
Innovate for days to come
Because life well lived
Is a beautifully illustrated masterpiece

Truely

A countdown clock lingers
Not a second to waste
As the arms punish
The pain intensifies
With each lost breath
Something has to compensate
This ever growing fear
Shrouding what should be so clear
But voices are doomed to whispers
Echoing in the evening wind
Like the night hidden by day
It shouldn’t be this way
That echo that’s yearning,
Yearning to be noticed
By someone, somewhere
Soon, very soon
Is yours, truely…