Sunday, January 29, 2012

We're all artists

We're all artists in this town
In the same boat
You and I
Whether you've succumbed to the 9 to 5
or you live in a cardboard box
We're all artists
You and I

We're all creators in this scene
Friends of mine
I don't see you very often
But a blurb here and there
about a show, a success of some other
I see you
I hear you
I applaud you

We're all struggling to make our mark
We're all struggling to make a dime
We're all working hard all the time
On our craft
For our lives
It's not easy for you and I
I need more sleep most of the time

But somedays I strike a balance between creation and art
And to that end I'm working honing that part

We're all trying yes we are
We are all slaves to the sound
We're all working the day around
Hoping someday we'll be found
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