Have you ever been lost inside you mind?
Or trapped in a memory with ties that bind?
Have you ever had the right word on the tip of your tongue,
But no matter what you did it just wouldn’t come?
Have you ever been plagued by your dreams
All night long, until you wake up and scream?
Have you ever had mountains of things to say
But for some reason your mouth won’t play?
Do you create out of necessity
And not out of vanity?
Can you hear the voices inside your head
That make it impossible to go to bed?
Have you turned nothing into suffering?
Then turned suffering into something?
Have you ever heard a melody move your soul?
But it’s in your head, and no one else really knows?
Have you ever made your fingers bleed,
Putting words on the page just so you can breathe?
Do you see beauty in every flaw?
Do you feel so much you don’t feel at all?
Does it hurt to live, though you continue to be
Because to be is to love and that’s true beauty?
If that’s the case, then maybe you understand
An artist, and maybe you understand me.