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An Artist Attempt to Dabble in Words
I am an artist
Wondering why people are so overwhelmed by reality
I hear the monotonous drones of shallow conversation
See the vacant faces of media controlled minds
I want people around me to overcome their fears of thinking
I pretend to be oblivious to the obscenity of our preprogrammed youth
Distraught to the degree in which people are alienated from each other
I touch my pen and lift it to my paper
Worrying that I am impotent to express myself in this medium
Cry for its so difficult to paint my emotions with words
I understand the futility felt by my generation
But it's no reason to be so smug!
Dreaming of becoming more articulate
I try to reach out
and I hope I'm strong enough to avoid becoming impressionable.
I am an artist
Wondering why people are so overwhelmed by reality
I hear the monotonous drones of shallow conversation
See the vacant faces of media controlled minds
I want people around me to overcome their fears of thinking
I pretend to be oblivious to the obscenity of our preprogrammed youth
Distraught to the degree in which people are alienated from each other
I touch my pen and lift it to my paper
Worrying that I am impotent to express myself in this medium
Cry for its so difficult to paint my emotions with words
I understand the futility felt by my generation
But it's no reason to be so smug!
Dreaming of becoming more articulate
I try to reach out
and I hope I'm strong enough to avoid becoming impressionable.