• A place for the unique to belong

    Listening to music to be inspired by the song

    Blue paint across a page

    School's no longer such a cage

    A rainbow of hues of pink

    Creating a world barely balanced on the brink

    The smell of paint, plaster, and wood

    All strange smells but oh so good

    Brush I hold within my hand

    My tool to create something grand

    Short on supplies to help us succeed

    A little more money, we are in need

    I sit there with my pad and pen

    Class almost over, leaving only ten

    I spend most of my day here

    The end of class isn't something I fear

    I will await for the new day

    To create new worlds all depending on my say