Even your myopic views on un-analysed situations sound like they have been well and truly, thoroughly, thoughtfully considered.
An artist; you want to be.
An artist; you can be.
When the rest of the world has temporarily retired and ceased to wonder, an inspirational, idyllic force shoots scores of ideological stars through your sweet, visionary, Promethean mind.
When people settle for the "normal way" of living: your beautifully unique, original self sees these processed, routine methods -everyone else sees as meaningful in order to proceed to fulfillment in life- as somewhat pointless.
You understand, but you truly believe there's more.
The unabashed, intellectual confidence you have, to tell people,"It doesn't have to be that way, if you don't want it to be..."
An artist; you will become.
As I walk by your side and wonder, "What thoughts are passing through that maverick mind of yours?"
An Artist; you are.
Conn Harp
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