Making art is
probably the hardest
thing I'll ever have to do,
in telling the truth to you
as I watch you keep doing
the horrible things you want to do.

Making rhythm with my own flow,
struggling to try and grow with it
may not be the best and I know it,
but I'm doing what I'm capable of.

I’m struggling in a state of love,
trying to live up to a dream of
saving people with my empathetic artistic endeavors.

I’m being clever with the words I use,
cause I want to be the fertilizer
that inspires seeds with my solar word fire,
in my desire to make this world a better place.