Artistry.

Artistry

One cannot write and be happy
For completion is not an ending
A small piece of truth escapes
All the clutter and blubber which I write on this page

The reasons which I write are many
Yet the feelings that are communicated are few
A life is short and a feeling can be wrong
Here choice lies in the mind of a human being

What I choose to feel
What I choose to know
Who I choose to be
All sums up to the end of an equation

No one knows the answer
And this is well known

Still we try, and we try
Eons have passed and for some strange reason
I feel we are closer
Some predetermined lot, drawing us closer

Artist show us
In different forms and ways
Hazing and blazing paper, pen, and sound
All culminating into one sense of expression

It is not complete and will never be
Only when I add them all up
Do I see what lies in the depths of the heart
A story, untold yet locked inside our awareness

Look into your heart, your mind
Close your eyes and all of us will find
We are not complete
This is where the story begins

Striving to be larger, stronger, faster
Adapting to past and present
Professing the future every more clearly
Still, this is but a part

Artists tell the story, not mold it
We are all artists in our own way
Sharing and caring a little of our soul into the world
Thank you all, and thank you artists

For showing the story of a changing conscience
Straggling emotions
Thoughts conjured way into the future!
And at the end it all does, it truly does
Relate to us
I implore you all
Make your soul important
Become part of the story larger than yourselves

Here we are gathered
Here we meet

Caste away doubt and let yourself believe
Your suffering may not be what it seems
Your struggle may not be in vain
And still,

I am just a poet, telling you to believe
While you still breathe

-Zazzo