They say, they have arrived .
I never have, I never will ,
How can I, I'm an artist .
It's in my nature to find more ,
To constantly seek, rigorously explore .
Nothing's in my hands to reach there ,
Except to just persist and persevere .
I was born once .
Yet I make it a regular practice ,
To be born again ,
And die a thousand deaths .
1 comment:
Beautifully written ... such heart-wrenching depiction of tragedy of artists in our times ... the beauty lies in it's 'never ever give up' attitude ... love it ... my kind of poem ...
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