Wiris-wiris Art

We raise, we race to be the best,

but it turns out to be a mess

as i allow my pen to kiss

to the drawing space of the contest.

My life is a real struggle,

as my pen just move to squiggle,

scrawl and scribble, scratch and scrabble,

wiggle and doodle like noodles.

How I wish the world can be free

from the different shades of gray,

some levels of darkness display

many not so clear imagery.

Do you understand what I mean?

If not, then we just feel the same,

I’ve consumed the ink of my pen

for this something without a name.