From the self-imposed rules I have to make
To make it through society,
Though I may never be truly understood by everyone
Except by me, but that’s not their fault.
When I have to make a living
So that there’s a roof above my head.
When people tell me who I should be,
I want a splash of color.
Just to clarify some things: this doesn’t mean to be reckless, or to be utterly disrespectful to others.
I’m just musing about my time of drawing and painting and how I’d like it to be that space, even just the sole space in my life where I can truly be me and just LIVE —
Live in the present moment and be happy.