Inside every artists's head is a ******
A dose of genius with a dash of madness
But before we get trapped in a Wonderland of horrors
We must destroy the throne erected in ourselves

The artist should rest in reason
Like gazing peacefully at a meadow
The artist should move in passion
Like a lightning storm where heavy winds blow

Artists should always be observant, like the nocturnal owl
Who absorbs daylight like the sun is its opposite lover
Moon will guide you to creation, like winged wisdom hunts its foul
(Even if you feel that night provides no cover)

Artists should smell of the earth
In all its sweet fragrances and pungent odors
There are some people in this world who won't judge you
They are the mountains, hills, plains and oceans

Inside every artists's heart is a labyrinth
A dash of true nature and a dose of reality
No wonder some of us create art in the dark
(True artists don't seek fame; they yearn to be free)