The artist must become a whole Completely obsessed with their art Obsessed with who they are Truly, who they are Without hesitation Infatuated about how they create The art that makes them be, What it makes them live for From how they take their coffee To every moment of a good **** Reading in peace at dawn, Picking fruit from a grocery store The truest of artists are always lost Lost in their own mind Unconcerned with the lashing of Society's moral tongue Pushing themselves out to sea Creating only to be alive from within Where it all counts, And it all has some value