Coming to Terms With Choices

There is a painting on my wall, it is blue and that is all.

Unfinished,

  looking for that touch,

  the emotion of the artists.

The artist ponders the painting on the the wall,

wonders, what is next, should the artist take the digression and change it all

but the blue is so nice,

the shades drift in out of each other..

meeting to make a serene place to fall.

The artist...looks and ponders more,

  if she changes the painting,

  if she adds more,

  if she puts mountains

  or the sea..

  maybe birds dancing..

  maybe butterflies laughing...

then maybe she will mess up the beautiful blue

 and the blue would no longer drift

 in and out, out and in of each other

 then there wouldn't be anywhere to fall.

There is a painting on my wall, it is blue and that is all.