A blank canvas.
A sense of nothingness wanting to be more
It yearns for a purpose; for meaning
It wants to be seen
Calling to an artist to make it worthy
To make it into something beautiful
Not recognizing its full potential
As if it was not beautiful to begin with
To the artist nothing is more exciting
Thoughts and ideas swirl in the brain
While passion beats through the heart
Endless opportunity to fill the void
Fill it with brights of ecstatic days
Or dulls and blues of hurt and pain
As of now it could go either way
But all it takes is one speck of paint
Changed forever
Revel in the beauty of nothingness
As it encourages the writer;
Filling each line with captivating stories and epics
The painter;
Covering canvas and making dreams become a reality
The dancer;
Choreographing space with movements in perfect rhythm
We all start as a blank canvas
Yearning to be made into something beautiful
But life is a magnificent artist
Able to create an ever enduring life of emotion
An ever changing artwork
Step back and observe
For we are all beautiful
A different piece to admire
Our Age is Retrospective 