Life is like crashing waves,
always rolling sometimes colliding
with our dreams.
We struggle to stay above the waves
while life keeps going, falling apart
at the seams.
Pieces of our achievements begin
to wash away into the seas of possibilities. Making room for new
possibilities or for our dreams to
drown in the depths of the
crashing waves.
You have a choice to learn how to surf
or go down with your dreams.
Oh what possibilities are these?
An artist suffers for their art,
it's both physical and mental.
The only difference between an artist
and other people, is the ability to express
themselves in a relatable and imaginable ways.
We are like the waves, crashing around
colliding with others through our art
and writing.
The Artist is inspiration for the possibilities.
We artists are a conundrum of sorts,
a rolling stone tumbling down a mountain. It builds upon itself
collecting ideas along the way down.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem