Grab your palette and pad
Hold your pencil and brush
Follow every line, focus, and don't rush
Wanderlust in papers is what I do
Here's the world I'm going to show you
Perfectionist I may describe myself
My work is not just easy to write and put it on a shelf
Travel with different colors on our flight
Yellow and white for our light
And black for its twinkling at night
Welcome to my visual diary where my own people exist
Wonderful things you can't resist—Handsome guys, hugs and kisses
With villains, unique creatures and princesses
I'm also a novel with an abstract art
"I wish they were real" says my heart
My diary also has its ending page but let's create something new
As our yellow brick road continues,
In every drawing we pass through,
In every point of view, every curve I drew
Unsatisfying hunger to create and sketching a search of peace I do
Every masterpiece has its meaning
Real art is the one who draws; a man—who's the paper with her flaws
A brush that speaks; the painting—the words with colors it flows
An art from the heart that'll not be gone
Even if its colors will fade