You Can Use A Toothbrush, If You'd Like.

Take that bucket of yellow

paint,

and cover your eyes.

Paint that sky because

you know that

it's not what you say and do

it's how you feel and what you know.

Let's base it back in loose

facts,

and cover our eyes.

We'll paint the sky yellow because

we all know,

it's not who you're with and who you're not.

it's where you are and who you want to be.

Pick up your paintbrush,

they say

to simply paint the sky.

What if I want to paint the walls,

or the trees,

or the grass,

or even me.

Just paint over who I am to become something

(something that you'd like.)

So here's to the artists,

painting their rooms yellow.

Here's to breaking free and deciding

to paint the world.

But I won't ever paint myself.

Paint the sun a tangerine floating on a string

in a sea of ice blue conformity.