To be a true artist
Must they be recluses
Crazy mad or sick
Or even better dead
Show me a healthy artist

May sun is warm
An old friend
You have missed
June sun
Still smiles

Why can’t I choose to be
somewhere in the middle?
Surrounded by extremes
Measure everything
With a grain of salt

I am unique
In so many ways
But while variety excites
What we look for
Is our common thread

I can feel it coming
Decisions I can’t make
Brain starts to freeze
Fingers won’t work
Sick of this disease

Would I rather be
A younger me?
More productive
Stronger
Would i have to give up

No es solo la tristeza
Aunque si lo estoy
No es por el desanimo
Aunque si me desanimo
No es tan sencillo

Turkey and dressing
Loud and overwhelming
Opinions and food fly
Green bean casserole
Too much laughter

Itchy
It has to come off
Nerves
Makes me pick
His look

If I could paint a man
Eyes so dark they shine
Brooding and stormy
Til the smile breaks through
If I could paint a man