We never left kindergarten.
They taught us how to color,
Fridge artwork treasured,
Finger paintings cherished by parents,
Embarrass us in years to come.
As I let my sanity slip away, I see,
Possibilities, as I used to know,
Feeling the colors as the brush strokes,
Define a memory, a feeling,
Lost in time, I remember.
Feel the line and form, it makes no sense,
Purple apples, in my world, taste sweet,
Green sky, orange water, warms the toes,
In my world I see the flaws and so it goes,
Making up the rules as we go.