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Uhh
As I sit here
Thinking about
Well I'm actually procrastinating
Not following up on chores
Rather trying to understand
Why every artist
Has that one question
Which drives them to insanity.
 
You can feel it
In the paintings
Poetry
Music
Acting
Directing
Design
Longing for an answer
Drives the calm souls
The others of sort
Who seek for change
Into madness
Destroying themselves
In grief, agony, depression, anxiety
Alcohol, lust and drugs
For a purpose
To spew from their veins
Expressed in their bloodshot eyes
Tired face Hopeless gaze
The product of the maze;
Which plagues them
Art in its finest form?
C Don