As you walk this Earth, you will ask for something more
Something real, something fake, something artistic to explore.


        Some skill for which you can say wholeheartedly is your own
Some talent, some niche, some activity to hone.


        But beware, my Friend, your heart set and spirit sure
There’s more to creating, so listen, I implore.


For any act or path you pursue with your life
It’s important to remember these four when life becomes strife.


        Will, you were born with, at the dawn of your day
Will, it will leave you, you cannot take it to the grave.


        Will, it will urge you, and run through your brain
Will, it will start you, pump blood through your vein.


        But will, it runs free not unlike a wild horse
Will, it will not sustain you after it has run its course.


        So look to the next skill in the line
It, frankly, is a personal favorite of mine.


        To persevere, to persist, to resist the urge to resist
To shut out will’s calls and focus on what you want to exist.
        
        To stand in waves of life’s chaotic shores
To stand in defiance of what shocks you to your cores.


        To stand up to challenges, great and small
To stand up to distractions and beat them all.


        To start and continue is to bare your artist soul
To lead to another skill for when your art turns too dull


        Patience, I’ll admit, is something I need to work on
Keeping faith, to wit, when joy does not spawn


        Cause all things take time though I wish that weren’t true
And trust me when I say, it will happen to you.


        Burnout and stress will cut your art to shreds
And your brain will resist pulling at those threads


        But through patience, I’ve learned and I hope you do too
Creativity is a flower, and it will bloom anew.


        And at last we reach to the most important of them all
The one that is fundamental, is paramount, and always standing tall


Cause without Love all art is void of life
And lifeless art has no joy it can provide


        Love burns, Love sears, Love makes you itch
And Love, I’ll be honest, sometimes makes you a bitch


        But Love, I Love, it makes me feel alive
And Love I know is always buried inside.


        So let your passions burn, let your soul take flight
Life is too short to not make it bright.


        To will, to persist, to wait, and to love
To try something new, and fly like a dove.


        To get up everyday with a smile on your face
To work through your job and never lose faith.


        For happiness, it’s right there for everyone to take
We all have hands, minds, a heart with which


        We Make!