Artist

An artist is beauty and demolition
Entwined in each other's arms,
Writhing in symphony unheard
Writing each other's destiny forever.

You cannot walk in an artist's shoe
Unless you are cursed into oblivion
Unless you realize your wings are on fire
And they are only burning into ash all over!

An artist is a city and its suburbs
The brighter one shines, the darker the other
Like raindrops on a dead man's pyre
The artist is as much a dream as a nightmare.

Yet an artist is one who rises from the grave
To build bridges in heavens that never existed
For artists are not defined by the pain and hurt
But by what they did to clean up the dust.

So there will be burnt wings, there will be pain,
There will be tragedies strewn all along the way,
There will be despair, hopelessness and shame
But
There still will be some magic left, at the end of the day.

And that's all an artist is about, forget the rest.