Life is modern art,
subject to thought,
criticism and doubt,
It can be clean-cut or messy,
Minimalistic or grandiose,
Simple or complex,
Fuzzy or defined,
Colors are also subjective, bright pastels for the good days
Blacks and grays for the bad ones
And earth tones for the normal days
The culmination of these days paints a picture
Obscure, clear, and muddy
The contents and meaning of this piece should not matter to anyone
But the artist,
Who is ourselves.
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