Empty Canvas - Gates

I see myself in you, reflected

You try to reproduce what I did

You trace my pattern trying to be candid

But all that you create is not quite right

You draw your hands across an empty canvas

Your fingers paint a scene so dull and lifeless

And all the color worn from me is pointless

Because all you’ll ever be is black and white

And I’ve become your something

In a photograph of nothing

Left hanging in the dark

And I am always with you

Even if you didn’t want to

You’ve framed my work of art

And even though the negative was cut and replaced

I’ll develop into what cannot be erased

And you’ll develop into nothing

And your whole life, forever spent

To be what hasn’t happened yet