Are we having
Fun
Yet
?
I have nothing
Left
To say
Cause,
you know
Art
Eventually
Fades away
Words you spoke
Are attributed
To someone
Considerably more attractive
In the future
Tense
And you will not be there
To ensure you get the correct
Credit. [citation needed]
No one cares
&
No one owns these
Words & letters anyway
Sure, you arranged them in
This or that particular way
But
Sunny side up is lovely
But some prefer scrambled
Eggs
And I don’t think
You become
An artist
For the accolades
The applause
Or the critical reviews
I believe creation is a compulsion
And the reward comes from stepping back
Afterward. After..editing, perhaps. And knowing
Something exists where there was nothing before. And turning that thing upside down, not to find fault, but to simply hold it. To know. It is yours. To understand that once you have fully appreciated it, you can let it go. And make room to create anew, again, something else. Your hands are magic. Your mind makes masterpieces. In the future they may decimate your creations, but now. Only now matters. The magical right now.
It turns out
I lied.
I have
Much more
To say.
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