Why be angry when you can pretend everything is fine and go dancing (when being angry is a metaphor for being a blue daisy that is all wrong in a field that is a negative of your reality) (question mark)
Of course you cannot spend all of your days thinking because you will simply stop functioning as an element of society (when thinking symbolizes everything that sounds like what you do not want to hear, such as the cries and screams of people trapped in an oubliette, while you are watching a sitcom or better yet playing a game that may save the world) (exclamation point)
A colored pencil works the same way but takes a little more pressure to come across as boldly as graphite on white paper when you do not know quite how to hold the pencil because your fingers usually hold guns (period)
Maybe art will imitate a person saving the world while other people watch and while the wild animals exist; but in the mean time you will keep having that same memory that won't go away no matter how you try to fill your mind with beautiful butterflies and autumn and freezing cold waterfalls on your body (ellipsis)
I wrote this after reading Claudia Rankine's "Citizen".