I’ll tell you the story of a lonely artist,
He lives a life full of worry.
Every day he tries his hardest,
But still for him there is no glory.
The artist daydreams throughout the day,
His head is constantly in the clouds.
“He will always be a loser,” is what they say,
But long after death, his art will still be around.
He tries his best every day,
to pour his soul onto paper.
But still, his bills he cannot pay,
There is no reward for his labor.
All those around him ask, “What is wrong with you,
why must you act this way?
Don’t you have something better to do?”
He thinks to himself “No way”!
They tell him to “get a job, will you please?
So you can be like everyone else.
No one really likes your work.” they tease,
“So do something to better yourself.”
Art is something that comes from inside,
Deep within your very soul.
He couldn’t stop even if he tried,
It’s not something that can be controlled.
Sometimes he feels like no one will ever get him,
And that no one really cares.
About the things he creates for them,
About all of the things he shares.
The artist daydreams all day long,
Staring off into the sky so blue.
But really, is that so wrong?
Because all of the things he makes, he makes for you.