Greatest Artist (Irma)

I’ve seen the canvas run dry, the colors fade, In a world too small for the dreams I’ve made. The brush strokes still, but my hands ache to create, A spell, a vision, something to escape. The magic calls where the mundane falls, I search for wonder, beyond the walls. Where art and sorcery intertwine, I seek the spark, the grand design. I walk through empty streets, craving more, A world of magic waits behind a hidden door. I draw in the air, I paint in the sky, Searching for visions that never die. Every moment whispers, “find the light,” But the ordinary fades to endless night. In colors unseen, in magic untold, I seek the fire that never grows cold. The magic calls where the mundane falls, I search for wonder, beyond the walls. Where art and sorcery intertwine, I seek the spark, the grand design. I won’t be bound by a world so plain, In every spell, I find my name. I’ll chase the visions that never fade, For in magic’s light, I’m truly made.