Take what you need, leave what you want.
Life's a work of art, sharpen your pencil to draw your dreams out. Never use the pencil of blunt.

Why waste much time throwing Dreams out the window, expected for someone to catch them.
Why hold onto cold emptiness instead,  if the dreams are real to you hold tightly, grab them, latch them.

Let me draw you some piece to Truth.
Everybody is the genius in their own sense. Born with it all just often lost when you be a typical youth.

Try harder till it becomes your best,
draw out the creativity of your mind and heart so you stand out of the rest.
We all living a scary same life, just different demons,
rubbing the beauty of what we create, no longer dreaming.
Yet the artist would face much criticism.
Many take one's own dreams to be nothing but memory bubbles, traveling round The Truth. Much tourism.

But that's the pain though,
hate still the same though.
The greatest greed can be the fame though,
you could hate the picture I draw, think I'm insane though.

But I'll draw out what The Creator put in me to let out.
If it offends I apologize but I'll go all out.