The Painter

No one understands the painter
He spends hours pondering the simplest of things
Which brush to paint with
Which shade of color to apply
The lighting that surrounds him

He spends countless hours to ensure his mind is in the right place in order to create the greatest vision he can possibly imagine

But he doesn't just spend these hours solely thinking, for the painter is busy
He has things to do
Laundry, dishes, eating

But these activities are merеly things he does becausе he must
There is no desire to eat, but his body demands it
There’s no desire to wash clothes, but his hygiene demands it

His meals are few, his wash cycles are far between
His showers are long for he is accompanied by his thoughts
Much else, he doesn't worry about

He contemplates his pain, he stirs his anger
He summons his sadness, he welcomes his fear
And he paints

But what has just begun has already been finished

Has already been finished
Has already been finished