Because sometimes I like to sketch,
and sometimes I like to dream
sometimes I go from one end to the other
often to each extreme.
Sometimes I dream in color,
yet sometimes it’s black and white,
always allowing in the grays
just before the coming of the night.
Sometimes I see things in pieces
sketch them one part at a time,
sometimes they never come together,
sometimes it’s simply my design,
for in this life, stories never end
yet some of them end too soon,
so I keep on going till I reach the edges
I keep on going till I run out of room.