Painting I am making

Hey guys, I think this one is a bit more upbeat, well compared to my last ones... I advise if you were to read it as if it were a song! It's way different than what I usually write but I thought it would be awesome to share it with everyone!

                      Painting I am making

                   Why am I? Why am I?
                   Why am I complaining?
                   Bout' the painting,
                   I'm making?

                   Is it 'cause? Is it 'cause?
                   Of the way, I am shaking?
                   Or maybe there is more to it?
                   Maybe there is a story,
                   A story long forgotten?
                   A story, I wish did not remember?

                   Am I mad, Am I mad?
                   Could the shape be all messed up?
                   Could the form be all worn out?
                   Or the emerald touch fading to black?
                   Is the positive space, crippled by a wicked touch?
                              
                   The value of it has been stripped away,
                   The contrasts are no longer occupating,
                   The shades feel like they are losing their touch.
                   Who am I to judge? Who am I to connect all the dots?
                   In the end, I am just a critic, 
                   And the shapes show how I perceive it.

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