If the gym gave me the same exhilaration that the painting a herd of horses did1
I would be there all the time
If anguish was as tormented as the painting of the lamb2
I don’t know that we’d survive
Sometimes I guess we don’t
If paint strokes are as beautiful as Lee Ufan makes them look3
I don’t think we’d ever need more than one
If life were as quaint as the picnic on the grass, 4
Would we ever leave
If the night sky was as beautiful as starry night,5
Would we lose interest
If life was a painting, which painting would it be.
Or would it be all three … four … five
All ALL