Kario
A picture on my wall
Stares blankly back at me
A clean and empty canvass
That no one else can see
No artist there to paint it
Its me who fills the gap
Within the edges of the frame
Why cant life have a map
To show me what to do
To fill that empty space
To start building my Birmingham
With no regard to time or place
A painter comes into my room
He looks at me with knowing eyes
He knows the canvass that he sees
Is empty yet its mine
Have I met her yet?
Am I on the right path?
He says I'll find out soon
There will be no turning back
A picture on my wall
If I look close I'll see
Shapes take form and colors flow
That no one else can see
Stares blankly back at me
A clean and empty canvass
That no one else can see
No artist there to paint it
Its me who fills the gap
Within the edges of the frame
Why cant life have a map
To show me what to do
To fill that empty space
To start building my Birmingham
With no regard to time or place
A painter comes into my room
He looks at me with knowing eyes
He knows the canvass that he sees
Is empty yet its mine
Have I met her yet?
Am I on the right path?
He says I'll find out soon
There will be no turning back
A picture on my wall
If I look close I'll see
Shapes take form and colors flow
That no one else can see