@Ching13 20 March 2022

White crayon In the tranquil times of life, The farthest reach of my mind, A tone of thoughts and ideas appear unbidden. A motionless bliss of disenchanted scenes Made me stop all of a sudden Wondering of what place And what purpose in life might have I been. Am I a white crayon? Unorthodox, unknown to many. People neglected me, Useless if may see, But I have my own purpose: Make things better, livelier, and brighter; That a brave a true artist can see. I am a piece of Art. I am valuable, superseding other colors. I show authority like no one else could. I am my own masterpiece that this world Needs to be seen.