Songs put forth
Always worried.
We are not of worth
Songs in our head
Driving family crazy,
We dread
Surely we are crazy
Instead?
Songs, poetry, art
Where do we start?
It all comes forth
From the heart.
Then there is dance too!
What can we do?
Too much?
Blot it out?
No.
Shout it out?
Yes! No choice.
We are
Who we are.
Artists.
Pain if not to create,
Pain when we do?
Torture when we don't.
The price is high.
Drink?
Drugs?
Blot it out?
NO!
Think?
Yes, but, not too much!
We are
Who we are.
But
What
Can
We
Do?
Create.
It's in our nature.
Vulnerable.
Do you like our art?
Really?
We sure hope so.
Do you mean it?
Not just 'cause you like us?
Really?
We seem confident
But truth is...
Insomnia now...
Maybe try to sleep...
HEAVEN help the artist...
Please keep
Us safe.