Large fingers pushing paint.
You're god and you've got big hands.
Colors blend. The challenges you give man.
Seek my part, devote myself.
My small self. Like a book amongst the many on a shelf.
Sometimes I know, sometimes I rise.
Sometimes I fall, sometimes I don't.
Sometimes I cringe, sometimes I live.
Sometimes I walk, sometimes I kneel.
Sometimes I speak of nothing at all.
Sometimes I reach to myself, dear god.
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