Letter To An Artist
Welcome to the end, my friend.
The end of rote and his envious wife,
The end of a sad and unfulfilling life.
The death of the old; the birth of the new,
An existence that answers only to you.
I wish you success, there's no reason to fail.
You've a sea of possibilities upon which to sail.
But beware,
Those who are jealous will call you a fool.
"Nothing is new," they preach in their school.
They'll try to drag you down to their pitiful state,
And the time worn paths to which they relate.
"The old way is best, that's why it's still here."
"Do it our way and you'll have nothing to fear."
Yes, you'll have nothing to fear,
Nor to hope, nor to dream.
Nothing at all for you, it would seem.
So keep a tight ship, when they are around,
And don't let their waves run you aground.
For when their storm does subside,
You'll be left with your own personal tide.
You'll then find your song, which has never been sung,
And ring out a bell, which has never been rung.
You'll create what before has never been there,
Like a magical wonder, out of thin air.
Yet the jealous will not be ready to applaud,
First they'll hate you, attack you, and call you a fraud.
But you must stand firm, and not go away,
Eventually the doubters' opinions may sway,
Then they'll race to gain favor,
Your 'genius' they'll savor,
But their beliefs, you'll have changed not a one,
For now they'll be sure, "All that can be has been done."
"And nothing is new under the sun."
Back they'll go to crush the hopes of the young.
So remember,
Once you succeed,
And have all that you need,
Come back and tell the people the truth.
The ability to create an original work,
Exists in every one of the youth.
Then this second chance will be passed down the line,
To others who will seize it in kind.
And you'll have created far more than an original thought,
You'll produce hope from which there was naught.
An historical wrong, you'll begin to amend,
Welcome to the beginning my friend.
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