Delve deep into the depth of your heart,
Tease your mind just a little & create some art,
oh what an elite venture , glory , fame .. what not
Oh " i'm so sensitive , i'm an artist , you know?"
" i've had the struggles, the pain, you'd never fathom"
Demons in the had , i partially conquered
And the suffering on my plate ; i ate it all
Chewed the bitter , churned the sour ;
Then burped a little - Blew out the art ;
Wait ! my stomach is still full , it was a heavy meal afterall,
Few hours to go and i would even fart the art aloud "
" Poor you, glorious you , my god! what darkness you've been through"
"gifted you are , talented and smart ,
you're surely gonna go really far"
"Only you could think and feel so deep ,
surely enough, artists are special beings"
The " artist " is content since i know my job very well ,
I feed the ego , I water with praise - A tree overated ,
i want you to think, i was slayed.
All i see is effort on the craft - a skill being polished , technique of sort;
beneath which lies emptiness - no soul ;
Nothing to express , Not even confident strokes ;
Surely ; hard work beats the talent , as it sleeps ;
i see the "pseudo " often even at the top , or grabbing the eyeballs at least
Illusioned with the image of itself as an "artist" ,
Average minds - in numbers aplenty , join the party ;
More praise ; More fame ;
More facade , such a frivelous game
Spectator of circus , Critique of the mass,
Why blurt the truth , when you could eat sugary tart?
Sip that juice & get the sauce ;
In the sea of average , dives the mediocre
and i stand here at shore wondering if i should be tasting that salt?