I am an artist
One who hasn’t found his art
I live like an artist,
I spend my days drinking on the porch thinking about life
how it fucks us, this cherished thing called life.
I really believe that I am an artist.
One who hasn’t found his craft.
I believe I will make it,
hope keeps us sane
give us a sense of purpose, keeps us from raping and murdering ourselves, I’ll die hopeful.
The death of hope is the death of life.
Hopefully I’ll live