Artists

An artist takes a rainy day and makes it magic.

Then takes a 25 hour nap for hopeless tragics.

They paint on paper but take you to a faraway land,

then write a song that makes you question yourself.

They’ll stay in and create a world full of hope,

while they’re eating day old pasta off the stove.

They harness their pain with all that remains of them

while struggling with demons that captures their strength from them.

They’ll show you your dreams walking to you as you weep

and then walk home while weeping as they remember their scars.

They’ll make you believe in magic and show you the stars,

while they sit deep in a pit of their own past.

They’ll give you the power to let down your guard

but theirs up like a turtle frightened of the dark.

They’ll sing till you weep and change the ways that you see the world,

but won’t follow their own advice as they struggle to be part of this world.

They’ll fight for your life in a single advice

but will keep the lights on as they drink through the night.

They’ll make you believe in yourself with a phrase

but badger themselves as they crude their own fate.

The artist will hurt on their own in the blues,

but make you remember the human in you.