ivor or ivor.e hogg
Obsession For M Lady Allison - Poem by ivor or ivor.e hogg
An artist doesn’t have much choice.
He’s driven to pursue his dream
by a compulsive inner voice.
His dedication is extreme.
Whatever form his talent takes.
He strives to make his work perfect
Regretting bitterly mistakes.
His muse refuses to accept
that he has done the best he could.
She says the best is yet to be.
He listens to her as he should
he has no choice but to agree.
His inner voice will drive him on
in pursuit of perfection.
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