Artists.
Praised by lovers
Adored by dreamers
But also victims of the ridicule of over-achievers
I've dipped my toe in both waters
I've seen the world learn how to swim
While artists took a dive in the ocean
I've heard the world practice its symphonies for ages
While artists created their own
For the artist doesn't aim for perfection
It aims for satisfaction
Do not be fooled by the artist who fills galleries with red roses
For those thorns have endlessly scorched the walls of his soul
Do not be fooled by the artist who's arms stretch to the sky
For those muscles have been the victim of life's cruel judgement
Do not be fooled by an artist's kind words
For they have learned how to make lies sound like love
Do not be fooled by an artist's fears
For they've discovered the ocean
In hopes of loosing the sea
Nov 30, 2015
Nov 30, 2015 at 10:12 PM UTC
Artists.
Praised by lovers
Adored by dreamers
But also victims of the ridicule of over-achievers
I've dipped my toe in both waters
I've seen the world learn how to swim
While artists took a dive in the ocean
I've heard the world practice its symphonies for ages
While artists created their own
For the artist doesn't aim for perfection
It aims for satisfaction
Do not be fooled by the artist who fills galleries with red roses
For those thorns have endlessly scorched the walls of his soul
Do not be fooled by the artist who's arms stretch to the sky
For those muscles have been the victim of life's cruel judgement
Do not be fooled by an artist's kind words
For they have learned how to make lies sound like love
Do not be fooled by an artist's fears
For they've discovered the ocean
In hopes of loosing the sea
