My empty canvas

There has to be more to life than this

A vision with no strength to execute it

I became an expert of conviction

I taught myself not to really care

Secretly I stare at my canvas

Hoping and praying that one day

I will have the strength once more

To create and put to life what know I can

The sound of his heavy steps ring clearly in my ear

Oh no it's time to go back to my shelf

Maybe tomorrow I will

I tell myself as I lock my chest oh how I wish to be free