Picking up a camera, does not Make you a photographer, my friend Typing away makes you no writer Buying quality painting supplies Does not mean you can claim Being an exquisite painter of art No my friend, you must crawl first You must cry, and ache, and suffer Before you can begin understanding The task required to say you have Crossed the line from rodent to artist It is a struggle before the gravy People can do it for years Yet be so far away from true art Someone can pick up a pencil And immediately soak into it Becoming the artist comes from Your guts, your sleep, your lust for life Not what you can tell someone In conversation, or show via the internet It comes from far more Many people achieve it, The few who have may not even know it ****, I know a homeless man who Cleans windows in a parking lot Who doesn't accept money without working Who is more of an artist Than half the population trying to create Just don't 'em like they used to Everyone cares too much, nobody just lives it