I drew an ugly picture; A metaphor.

I drew a picture.
I drew Earth.
It wasn't a pretty picture.
I had to color the water red.
Because of all the blood we spill.
It looked more like a toddler's eating tray.
I didn't draw a sphere.
Sphere's a perfect.
Sphere's come back around in a perfect circle.
Earth isn't a perfect circle.
Both literally as well as metaphorically.
I have shaky hands.
So I didn't stay in the lines.
I used crayons because they leave little spaces in whatever you color.
After all, the world is just a mass of color, with little empty spaces every where.
I colored the grass yellow and brown.
Because nothing is innocent and green.
It never has been.
But people get confused a lot.
I even drew little people on top of the world.
Just because the picture wouldn't be complete without that oh familiar cliche.
I hope someday I could draw a sphere.
And use greens, and blues, and use markers, or color pencils, so it would look elegant.
But that day won't be coming any time soon.
We all know that.
But I hung my picture on my wall, because the world's ugliness is all we've ever known.
So maybe then it is pretty.
Since ugly is all we know.
But if that is all we know, then how do we know pretty?
Maybe there once was a perfect earth.
Maybe that pretty perfect earth stays tucked away in our memories.
And maybe that's how we remember what is pretty.
But who am I kidding.
Pretty never equals perfect.
And neither does ugly.
But...if the only pretty we know is what we've made up, if the only pretty we know is artificial,
Then does that mean pretty once was actually pretty?
In a pretty Earth did it exist?
Could someone already have drawn a perfect Earth long ago?
Am I really here for a purpose?
Is my purpose to make the rough draft for a once again perfect Earth?
Is my purpose to build this perfect Earth, just so I can draw a pretty picture?
Who knows.
But for now I'll keep coloring.
And maybe one day I can use markers or colored pencils.
And maybe someday I can draw a perfect circle.