I am no fan of music
No painter, no sculptor.
I am but a mere observer,
With a comprehensive eye.
People ask are you well read,
I say I read everything I can.
I prefer to be known,
As nothing but a sponge.
My life is both colorful and colourless,
At times I pursue black and white,
At times all seems gray.
Purples, blues and greens come & go.
I stand I stare, I look I feel.
With the clicking of the clock,
Something within changes.
With this I take a rest &
Leave understanding me to anther day.