A turgid mix indeed
You have to have a standard beyond the usual criteria
Only you know what you need
You don't have to be great
To be good
It's not a competition
Essentially, everyone wants you to succeed
There are lots of people who can - and will - help you
All you gotta do is find them
All you gotta do is ask, accede
It takes a bit of courage
Takes application and self belief
It takes persistence and dedication
You'll improve slowly and surely steadily
Bit by bit, by degree
At first there is lots of stumbling
Mucking around, trying out new things
The field is freshly laid, all open
So takes a while before you get wings
And even once you do
And you can fly some
There's bound to be crashes
Loss of altitude, of direction
But you'll find your way through
Testy times will be overcome
With a mix of mad dashes
Bold attempts at experimentation
It's a cluster fuck of anguish
Interspersed with incidental elation
Some times
For ages it just feels like hard work
Struggle and alienation
But it does have it's upsides
It does have it perks
Unpredictable delights
Sometimes you get exactly what you deserve
Surprise, surprise!
Gotta love those highs
You're an artist
A free spirit
Not shackled by convention
You're a creator - zealous
Of expanding dimension
A master of your own domain
You can put reality in suspension
After all
That's some skill
And at will
Easy thrills from esoteria
Your imagination
Is an open ticket
To enlightenment
Insight and hysteria
Enlightenment, insight and hysteria
Look around, baby, here you are
On Planet E
Trying to express yourself
And you answer to nobody
But your own conscience
You're a hero of the anarchist
The underdog
The naturist
The pollywog
The satirist
You're an artist
You're an artist
Fuck fitting in!
Be as madcap as you need to be
You're fur real!
A fucking artist