An artist sits with a hand on his face and digging his mind for an idea. He wishes to rise above the artistic ceiling he built himself. Yet every single attempt falls short, and the paintings he made were born with careless restraint.
He turns his head to the window to see the life outside. There's a better life out there, but he cant break through. He could smash the glass, but he knows there's a better way out.
He prays to the blank canvas he has been worshipping, "Give me a reason to be reckless."