Art is a passion not meant for a career,
Art is a gift I hold most dear.
Close to my heart it's all I can give;
Defining my soul-I need it to live.
But the future is coming, and coming down fast
And this illustrated present won’t seem to last.
The papers are falling and they’re way past due;
My colors are fading and they’re changing in hue.
College comes at me speeding the days;
And it’s killing me slowly in so many ways
While art is my passion, merely a gift;
It takes me away, floating adrift.
This season will end, my fears drawing near
Halloween will come, but it’s not what I fear.
College is coming, even faster than before
Up on my front steps, it’s knocking on my door.