"Look at that damn art on the wall"
"What do you think it means"
"How does it seem to be"
"You know, I don't know..."
"But it looks so damn pretty, dusnit"
"I hear it was meant to emit life, you know randomness"
"It is! I can total see it and relate"
"It is me! oh my how, It must be mine"
"Yes, it's me, my sign, my own"
"The art is yours! It's like you made it"
After all you made the meaning, the false beauty
A ying and yang for your wall
Only to be yanking chains
Your perview of an artist has more meaning than the art
Imagined colors coloring your world
When you're just callousing the life of the artist
Ignoring the impossibility of art
Yes, the art is yours but you're missing parts
Most of the art dies with the artist
