"own it"

Cold. New York. Raining. Fall.
That was the time of year it was
He was running through the street in it.
in his old Adidas sambas that were torn up
he saw an open store where he could go get dry
he hadn't realized that he went into a footlocker
he went over to the converse section
there on the shelf was an awesome pair of converse
he was a dollar short when the cashier rung it up
he was crushed because he loved the shoes
than the cashier says "it's ok I'll cover for you"
his face lit up like the fourth of july and thanked the cashier
he ran home to his house in the Bronx in his new shoes
when he got home his mom said "I see you have a new pair of converse"
he replied "I don't have a new pair of shoes, I own them"

Is life a work of art?

I believe that everyone's life is a work of art. Every person on this planet is different and everyone has a different perspective on a given situation. For example, if I am looking at a work of art with a friend I may see something completely different than he sees. Also, everyone is different in their own way and has something about them that makes them unique like a work of art.