• life is an empty canvas

    awaiting that paint-brushes stroke

    the world is the easel

    and your life

    is the canvas

    luminous colors form filled with

    laughter and smiles

    or

    hangs lifeless full of darkness anger

    you can choose

    YOU ALONE

    what is it ther that you shall choose

    well think

    and make it wise for you may not go back in time