So life is art
What happens when your canvas falls apart?
And your paint turns dry
Your colours smear
Your creation is a ruin
And you start to fear.
And what happens
When you realise your canvas is blank?
Your water is unneeded
And has evaporated
All inspiration dies
Your creation bleeds and cries.
If life is art
What happens when you aren’t artistic?
Creation you’re without
Life’s an eternal flame
Of a wickless candle
You know its burning out.
Life is too plain to be art.
You may be right.
However, maybe life is such an artform -- that it's meaning can only lie in the eye of the beholder? Perhaps...
Anyways... Good write, I can feel the mood you are in while you wrote this.
life is what you make of it... you want your life/ art to be exciting... then you go nuts and go for it... I'm sure you as well as anyone can add a twist to splatter the canvas...