Nothing.

My mind, empty.
No inspiration, no cause.

Art is something of mind, and of character.

I have nothing to draw, to paint, to color.

My mind, wandering, searching.

Music, words, with nothing to say to me.

I feel as if my mind in shackles,

my heart in a cage,

unable to express the things I feel.

Art is a window to my spirit, and how it feels.

What does your art mean?