Brush Wash

 

The artist I possibly could be
finally found a canvas pristine

I could be anything potentially

once doubt gets scrubbed away

Now all I need
is a paint brush clean

since the tools I have

are hopelessly

outdated and compromised

by the tyranny of time

Nothing comes easy
when the past is so stained
and inspiration wanes
like my diminishing days
til the rent goes past due

Then I must settle up
with my impatient landlord

staring back from the mirror
eager to padlock
my unfinished dreams