as time grows on, i find
i become hard-pressed for words
challenged by my own feelings (thoughts)
and extremely indignant at the thought of
outliving my creative juices.
or maybe it's the simplest of reasons
that i just expired as an artist
and to continue on will cost me something
i might not be willing to pay
antequated, out of touch words
"vintage" is not an acceptable medium
i want to find, say, think the new thing
not to set a trend, but to inspire trendsetting
i want to break so hard and fast from this
mold that has disguised itself as chains
and implement a more mind-wandered me
find a way to be the artist on days and weekends.
(who wants time off from their passion?)
i am altogether passionate about uttering words
that shake foundations
i am altogether passionate about shouting things
that whisper verity.
i just want to make a difference
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