None can compare
To an artist

They know
Who they truly are

They have to make their work
Striving
Often in desperation
To share
What is in their hearts

An artist will endure poverty
For their art
Rejecting the security and comfort
Of mainstream living

An artist experiences people
Just as they are
And sees the world for what it is
And what it has become

Artists are fearless
Shapers and commentators
Of the now

They will not seek refuge
In what is past
But are only comfortable
When creating the future

It is a painful destiny
To be an artist

But there is no such life
To compare