Life only goes up Dreaming about your future Hopes. Ideas. Dreams.
He didn’t know which way to turn With so many new ideas to learn He decided to go with the last prompt So he wouldn’t feel so swamped Or his mind would begin to throb and burn
Imagination and ideas whirred in his head Only wanting to paint He never knew what he had said But he worked without complaint
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