Though, I've not stopped to guess,
Of what my style would be if I could,
Which makes me now digress...
When I was twenty, I bought an easel,
Some paints and a canvas,
And attempted to paint a self-portrait,
With no formal training and no practice,
I didn't get far on that eager whim,
And never tried again,
But now I think I know what I look like,
With years-long duration.
I look like me,
In a world I've painted,
And if I showed you what I'm seeing now,
You'd say, 'It's a beautiful world, ain't it?'.