Some call it a hobby, a pass time, a distraction
From life, a world that you can create to escape your own,
I call it a break from reality when life gets rough,
A break from stress and the pain
When the real world just isn’t enough
From pencil to charcoal to paint to pen
It’s a world I create to help save myself,
When a new or old wound opens tearing me apart.
“You’re wasting your time, those doodles mean nothing”
Scream the voices who don’t understand
But to me those “doodles” are a master piece, a dream on paper
They may not mean much to you in your world
But they managed to save mine.
“You’ll get nowhere in life drawing” they taunt,
But how wrong are they when we live in a world
Who wants, no needs other than words to read
However my passion lays behind skyscrapers, houses and bridges
To leave a part of me everywhere I go,
New York, L.A, Seattle, maybe even Vegas who knows?
This career has kept me dreaming even alive
It’s kept a fire burning in me to escape a town
That expects me to be a house wife to depend
On a husbands who barely makes the minimum
Because he was too scared to chase his dream
I refuse to stay and follow this path.
My so called hobby, my so called pass time
This distraction from life is going to help me escape
A life already drawn out for me and help me
Live a life I have to create instead.