I wish to start a tribe, my brothers.
Of us, the humble and hopeless
Of we, the proud and unabashed
Of all who follow our path
To make a family of the creative,
A rock upon which to build our theatre
A easel to support our art
An empty room to fill with sound.
Where every member is loved,
For the things they bring forth
For the efforts that they make
For the mistakes that they explore.
And boldly we can stride into the world,
No destructive critic to break us
No self superior liar to divide us
No force on earth to match us
Where our love is the great conquest,
found in every coffee shop
found in every word
found in every doorstep
And every path is walked,
To find a bold exciting piece
To find the savoury delight of five senses
To find oneself.
I wish to start a tribe, my sisters.
Of hungry, driven, bold,
hopeful, loving, naive,
scared, scarred, lost,
Artists of the World.
No comments:
Post a Comment