False Cods

Painter, bring the weight of your
thoughts to the lead in the paint on your
Fingertips
Chizel abstract to fruition
Wetware. All we are is wetware.
Pastel paint on the side of organic canvas

At a fault we are imperfect little portraits
Tracing details in ourselves
I can't tell
Where is the artist and what is the art?

Maker, found your luck in the shades that poured from your veins
When you made her
Another masterpiece in place
Fake art. All we are is fake art
An accident of the brush, mixing colors on palettes

Forge your fate
Guide the pen to the paper
Sign your name
Take credit where credits due

Show some faith
Existence is a process
Take the time left to find
A means to a meaning

At a fault we are imperfect little portraits
Tracing details in ourselves
I can't tell
When the paint should begin to dry
When the ink begins to run
Put ourselves upon the wall

And I can't tell
Where is the artist and what is the art?



Credits
Writer(s): Johan Guerra
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