Can a painting change untouched?
Can the world just shift away?
Leaving nothing left to clutch,
No home in which to stay.

Endless void before the eye.
A day that gravity forgives.
A poring rain that leaves you dry,
A frozen heart that somehow lives

What once was large now comes small,
Everything can shift.
Even if you've seen it all,
The knowledge was just a gift.

Standing there before a painting,
Grays may now turn to blue.
Innocent tasks that now seem tainting,
In a world controlled by you