using chris' last line as inspiration for a new piece

"the clear, bright sun" beats down on this
brown blank canvas known as my skin
a hand covers my eyes so that i'm not blinded
by that shine which constrains my eye sight
i try to remember what brought me to this place of deep thought
what events led me to this point
but it isn't so clear
i see through my own shortcomings
and find myself lost in the clouds of self doubt
but i burst these clouds
and cause showers of self doubt that get dried up by this clear bright sun
that beats down on this brown blank canvas known as my skin
living as long as the Sun burn self doubt gets no burn son.

Awkward ending i know..but i just wanted to say..burn son..ahaha..