An Artist Illusion

The Idea:

You know sometimes in life there are times when you feel that if you had more control over your life...you could probably have done a better job at moulding it than the powers Above. You think to yourself how you would have chosen the best and how you could have ensured everything to be just right.

The conclusion:

In the end you realize that there is no perfect life....life just happens anyways...and life unfolds in the best possible manner that it can...without your knowledge or control or understanding. 

An Artist Illusion

I am not an artiste…
But if I were…
I would paint my life.

I would fill the canvas…
Pick the best palette… (palette of colors)
Each stroke would be a masterstroke.

My brushes would be of a variety…
Never wanting to run short…
I would give each color the perfect weight. (thickness of a stroke/line)

I think I’d give my life…
A glossy finish once prepared…
I want my painting, to last forever.

Should there be a frame…?
I think maybe not…
My vision should remain unrestrained.

I got my thoughts…all in place…
Now I pick up my brush…
The perfect life…will now be sketched.

The tip of my brush, now dipped in color…
Touches the canvas…but I stop…
Perfection deserves a bit of reflection. (referring to thought/thinking)

Its been since… a while…
The dot has not spread…
My flawless life is yet to begin.

My life…it turns out…
Has all the colors already…
Just… my eyes are in pursuit of the pattern.

 I am not the artiste…
That I imagined to be…
Yet my life had been… painted…already.