The rhyming of a chaotic mind
The stories of an insomniac.
The broad strokes of paint
As creativity refuses to relax.
A single idea lights the match
Igniting flames of imagination.
Fueled by the restless struggle
To release our soul's creation.
We torment over our passion
Thinking that it's never perfect.
We hide our craft from public.
Over the ultimate fear of reject.
Damn the fear; take a chance.
Show off what your soul made.
Even to that one single person
Who loves what you portrayed.
A single line or a small painting
Brings color to a very dull day.
The fervor of what you create
In the end will never fade away.
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