my canvas was itching
to become what it wanted
time it took for the design
and came out sharp it did
pencil and paper was done
the sketch was complete
the canvas was itching for it
the next step was the ink
to make it permanent
forever lasting upon me
my canvas needed it feel
to be able to be closer
closer to completion
was within my power
between lips it escaped
the confirmation between think and do
my canvas sits before me
staring me back in my eye
a power grin upon my face
my canvas has been stained
a marking has been left
for the many years to come
shown upon me, my canvas
for any who wish to see
thoughts that linger
call upon empty spaces
filled they shall be
in the coming time
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