I am the creative imaginative mind
The treasure no one voyaged to find
I present my soul in my work so beautifully
But they could never acknowledge a contemporary
Ignoring my every shout,loving the echo for eternity
Leaving me obsessed with acknowledgement from this society
It is a wonder how I haven't died
When no one seems to acknowledge my heart
Then the sharp doubts stab my mind
Is there really any talent in my art
Nothing to do with money,anything material
Just for the fulfillment,something spiritual
Our doubts are traitors, commiting high treason
Logic masqueraders, creating much disillusion
Don't ever see yourself as one twinkling star
Because a universe in itself is what you are
Cold,dark,full of happiness,hope and life
Wanting the appreciation of a 1000 Husbands and Wives
And so read this whenever you're not in the right mood
Play on,if music is your food
Write on,if words are your food
Draw on,if art is your food
Play on,if sport is your food
Whatever you do carry on, be the best
Be unappreciated,be famous,be the artist