I have a name;
I live it without a thought or care.
You were given a name,
The brand that left you not...or the same.
From others.
They called yur name and you knew what it felt.
How have you not taken the time to temper the sheet you were given.
Those who gave it to you, either held great expectations or left you to doodle along the blank lines.
I am an artist,
I have a name, a canvas where I play a stroke every breath I take.
Most of the time the figures, themselves, make!
But now and then I take the time myself to soak my brush with delight to make a real damn stain!
Let me not forget,
That if I wish my painting to be great that I take care and caution to not make a mistake.
But Hooraah'! I do have an excess of white paint.
But alas! Young droog,
All good things are ill spent.
That muddied water, let it spill. Let that rain come and wash away, all things you had
never intended.
Now Go! And make your name.
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