Oh the colours have dried
the rainbow palette
Just some green, that I can use
Oh but I don’t have a brush
The free style strokes
Just fingers, that I can use
Oh but I don’t have a paper
the coarse golden sheet
Just a visiting card, that I can use
Oh but I don’t have an agenda
an idea driven mind
Just a craving to paint, that I can use
Them is all that I have
All I am is false
The painter is true
