Use Your Gifts

A picture clenches the paint brush within his fingertips, he is not in aw of his masterpiece, it is not by his means the work is deciphered, the color holds its tongue out for all to judge, you espouse your golden lining throughout this town, you have not the courage to put empathy forth, stranded you are as your brain looses his words, why not take advantage of the scene set before you? it is dire that you not perplex things more, muddled you are exploiting knowledge without a brightness that will dally for all eternity, astrayed you have become, harboring trade that will continually stretch the copper of a penny, searching for a destiny within your own confinement +End