Canvas

Just a speck on the canvas of the world,
All I am is a mixing of colour.
A creation of someone else's mind,
Splashed from The Pallet without any valour.
The colours of my mind run together,
Creating something abstract and unique.
The Artist looks at this and smudges it,
Creating something twisted and oblique.
The Artist lays down his paintbrush, it's over now,
My mind&;#8230;my existence, away it goes.
I'm not complaining, now I'm only an idea,
Because that's just how the colours of life flow.