Just Because.

Tue, 08/13/2013 - 18:17 -- G.U

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Why don't I be

someone who can achieve

greatness in wealth,

in propserity, and health?

 

Why don't I be

something that guarantees

a home and a life

without struggles and strife?

 

Those are the questions

that always gets mentioned

when my mind thinks about

in its wits end of doubt.

 

To be an artist is a gamble

very few can have a sample

of success and pursuit

to bear the golden fruit.

 

Even from all the stuff

that you learned, it's not enough

it all comes down to one element

that only comes in very few moments.

 

It's luck, yes luck

you can't buy it with any buck.

No horseshoe, rabbit feet, or clover

those all just blow over.

 

It's within you

of how you do.

You take the chance

and at first glance

it sounds so stupid, false, and impossible

that your art can even be probable.

 

Of reaching out to anyone out there

who are just passing by without a care.

Of being able to make an affect,

to touch the heart,

be the effect.

 

All this clouds the mind

and they just leave the passion behind

because they need more evidence

that the results will be of relivance.

 

I say this is worth a cause

I don't need an audience applause

If you want an elaboration of our motivation

it is simply

just because.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Comments

G.U

My favorite part is how I exress how artists can suceed through luck,

and that their motivation is sheer willpower.

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