Art is you, And you are Art

The little Sketch-pad lying in the corner,

It keeps your dreams intact,

In the fine lines and the sinuate of graphite,

Your future and you have made a pact

The dream catcher that you made for yourself,

It keeps your nightmares away,

And the poetries you write, The words you use,

They breathe out your thoughts and say :

That pick up the paintbrush,

And paint your future,

Go insane with the microphone,

Sing as though you hear no sound,

And let your ink pen be your milestone!

Dance as though your body,

Is swaying like the sea,

Crash the shore and go inwards,

And fill your mind with glee,

Don’t be demure and shy,

Be the million colors of the evening sky,

Be the midnight violets and the morning dawn,

Be the pretty black birds that you have drawn.

Be the art that flows out of your veins,

the kind that flows out of your lips,

Be the art that moves your hands,

The kind that sways your hips,

The art that strums the strings,

And the art that types,

The art that thinks and the art that writes,

Be the art that warms your heart,

Because Art is you and you are Art.