Life

Life imitates art
It scribbles on a page
And hopes to God it remembers how to draw hands right,
Art imitates life
It shoves everything you're trying to forget
Into your head like baby teeth
As if you need the reminder that you felt this once before
Back when you didn't know its' name
You were better off ignoring it because of that
But you had to name it
Life has a name
Its' had many
I've only known three
And they are "Friend" "Family" and "Finicky Thorn In My Foot"
Despite the fact that the thorn didn't mean to,
Life imitates art
Everything is a canvas that life leaves unfinished
Because it goes onto bigger and better things
It prefers to watch things walk across the screen
Rather than try to create its' own
Because life doesn't have baby teeth
It has poison darts
Like an arrow attached to the wing of an albatross
Life hasn't found away around those yet
So it scribbles
It makes art
It leaves things unfinished
Life forgets about the scribbles
Until one day we become nothing more than
Sketches it remembers fondly
Despite wanting to pick up the pen and finish what Life started
Life forgets how
Because Life imitates art
And art only knows how to shove teeth into our brains
To make us remember
The things we don't want
To forget.