Crowned in Vision

 

Show me how good my life could be,

Beyond what is already presently. 

For me being given the title King, 

From the atoms the birds and the bees. 

I stand in wonder picturing how I want my year, 

Five, ten, fifteen, thirty out there.

Knowing when I see a bird fly above or by, 

Thats my environment and all things in my eye.

I am proud of you and me, 

And who you are willing the future your being. 

For assisting the sky given the question about I. 

Hear my picture painted before thy. 

An opening seeing enjoying world view, 

My eyes being present to air. 

For milling making mental beautifully impressing impressions. 

And pretending I am greatest scriber too. 

Show me how good my life could be,

Beyond what’s already shining presently.

For I have been given the title of King,

From atoms to birds to the bees that sing.

I stand in wonder, eyes creating the years,

Five, ten, fifteen, thirty stretching there.

Knowing each bird soaring high above,

Is a sign from love fate, whispering I am great.

Proud I am on this path I mold,

Of you, of me, of futures foretold.

Willing the world, breathing it true,

Aligning the sky with the question of who.

Now hear my picture, painted from mind,

An opening scene where visions align.

My eyes upon air, present and wide,

Impressing the ether with thoughts that glide.

Milling, shaping, each mental brush stroke,

Carving my story in ink and smoke.

And pretending? Yes, yet knowing and believing it’s true,

For being the greatest, I am Art Baby Blue.