The difference lies in how they face
The frustration that comes with art's pace,
Both unaware of what they do,
The artist risks, while the other feels blue.
The artist's frustration fuels the fire
That ignites their creative desire,
Pushing them to strive and to try,
Giving their all until they fly.
The non-artist surrenders their fate,
With no intention to elevate,
Expecting others to guide their way,
Afraid to take risks and to sway.
The artist knows there's no perfect creation,
But continues to hone their dedication,
Their attitude optimistic and strong,
Their spirit willing to go along.
So if you're unsure of what to do,
And frustration seems to hinder you,
Remember the artist's spirit inside,
And let it be your fearless guide.
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Breaking The Mold: Poetry For A New Era
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