White walls.
Bleached and sanitary.
Suck the emotion from the room.
Leaving the absence of creativity.
Mind wandering, and endless to infinity.
You walk in the desert
Lost and alone, trying to find home.
Your mind playing tricks on you
Making numerous mirages.
As the magician pulls the quarter
From behind your ear.
Amazed at the slide of the hand
Creating a false reality.
Insanity from the mystery.
An empty padded room
Of the insane asylum.
White walls
With everything in place.
OCD set in.
Neat. Tight. Organized.
T’s crossed and I’s dotted.
Clean and tidy.
Ready for the mind to expand.
Colors blossoming like
The wildflower farm
Daisies and tulips demonstrating
The color spectrum.
Yellow to violet, green to pink.
Creativity to the max.
Possibility endless to infinity.
The painters have to start
Their project.
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