Messy Minds
Messy Minds
Trying to fill
The empty blank canvas
Through the tubes
Of Colors so luminescent
Yet I fail to be insightful
To see the vividness vanish
As the brush strokes loop
The paints are more incandescent
The Colors are more of a spill
They whisper “understand us”
I stare and take a loupe
And realize the mess I’ve made inside
This little mind