Nothing makes me wonder
As I look at an empty wall
Might have taken a wrong turn
In this museum of modern art
The emptiness of this room
Forces me to think about
What I would wish to see
I forcedly imagine ideas
The hollow space inspires me
Brain filled with shapes, forms,
Vibrant colors that no one sees
Did I become the artist
I philosophize for a minute
A lady walks in, sees me stare
At nothing, and she stares at me
Did I become the artwork?