I am young and not nearly done,
What could I become?
Anything possible in this world.
My imagination works day and night,
I am like a knight.
My pencil is my sword,
I slay the drawing board.
Cupid hit me in the heart,
With this thing called art.
My vision isn't 20/20,
But my imagination, I have plenty.
Not everyone can bring their ideas alivem
That's why I thrive.
My abilities are unique in such ways,
That'll make big tidal waves.
You see a blank page,
But I see an everlating pencil crusade.