Mine it is, I choose what to do with it,
It's a clean slate given to me,
Myself a pen to write with,
I write what I want,
I erase what i feel isn't right....

It's a canvas given to me
To design what I feel,
I make mistakes while at it
It becomes a different design entirely,
I choose the colors, they don't choose me.

It's a beautiful house, with no one inside,
It's just me and whoever I want to...