Uncertainty is certain
Just being is a burden
You wanna break free
Show the world how to see
How much better it could be
As an artist
Vision is pure
You search for your style
The obvious is obscured
By the crap you were taught as a child
As an artist
You yearn and you hunger
You are full of hubris and anger
It doesn't come easy, not ever
To enrapture you endeavour
As an artist
You strive for you own kind
Of perfection
It may look messy, insane
But they are your rules, your game
And nobody can tell you what to do
What's true
What's meaningful
Or necessary
Is that a cricket ball or a cherry?
Some days you hate everything
Nearly as much as yourself
Other days almost heaven
Somehow
It's going to work out
You tell yourself
As an artist
No lies
Except whenever
No limitations
On the number of limitations
Courtesy of society or self imposed
You lack propriety
You jump on toes
Just to hear the crunch
A shot or a joint before lunch
Some days
As an artist
You yearn to escape
You need to unwind
The fucking jumble of gibberish
Awash in your mind
You wouldn't mind
If it wasn't so awful
You wonder what it would be like
To be normal
Sometimes
But not for long
You don't need to belong
You don't want to belong
Now do you
As an artist
Your pain
Is everyone else's gain
Especially after you're gone
You'll be celebrated, idolised
Or forgotten
Who cares
You care
Stay strong
As an artist
You have no choice
But to do what you do
To follow that path to the end
And trust your intuition
That you vision will see you through
Today, at least
Your pain has been released
Onto the canvas
Down for the count
Breathless and speckled
Staring, mouth agape
At the new creation on the easel
A fresh image to appease you
It's easy
As an artist
To tell yourself anything
To sell yourself short
To yell on the inside
To inseminate and abort
In blindingly quick succession
And details too decadent to mention
But at least you have one thing
Of which you can be certain
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As an artist
I don't have to tell you what that is
Now do I