Piece Of Work

The body is a piece of work, the body is art

It takes shape, genetically crafted, god given

With moving and working parts, unified as one

Designed for a certain purpose and function

The eyes are used to visualize what you see

Whatever you can envision you can create

Possibilities are endless, create your own image

Build upon the canvas cause your work is never finished

The hands are sensitive to the touch

The hands grasp the concept, and feel in depth

Fingertips to your fingerprints, original in the sense

The architect of your endeavors, whatever you intend

Flowing in vibrant reds, through it paper it bled

Like the ink to the pen, paint to the brush, pencil to the lead

The heart has the direction to take upon the path

Where will it lead you? You never have to ask

The exterior is the frame, one never the same

Inside holds the picture, vivid and never plain

It continues to evolve it continues to grow

It continues to revolve, it continues to show