With a firm grip on the brush in your hand
You paint the picture of reality.
Harnessing the senses in a tight band.
An artist using your polarity
To create the truth you want me to see.
Anxiety and opposition come
But, to you this is part of what must be.
You have no doubt at all that it is from
My contact with the world your canvas grew.
Your palette taken from the material
Of a life in which, to you, nothing is new.
Just one episode in a serial.
I have to confess that when you are right
I enjoy the ride and will seek no fight.
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