Who am I?   

 

Growing up Florence, after leaving his Mom then living with mainly his Dad  

Not sure if he felt like he was living quite glad  

 

Living from one house to the next 

Feeling like his life started off perplexed  

 

Making paintings look easily 

But never letting them pass breezily 

 

Making sure the Mona Lisa was put forward to perfection  

Making sure the Last Supper was always up for detection  

 

Letting his painting inspire 

And not caring about the people who desire  

 

He was always in present, never the past  

Always aiming to surpass 

 

He put everything last bit of energy to Gain  

And he never thought he would drained 

 

Realizing caged animals with no thought at all  

Making sure he doesn't make a hall  

 

Not minding if his life comes to an end 

Just making sure it depends  

 

Leonardo Da Vinci