The million kids
Who think to know what artists are
Who write and draw and dance and sing
And want money
And want to be famous
And want reverence and recognition
And want to be something
The millions who wish they were something
Something like the art they see
Like the art they try to make
They want to matter like an object matters
They want to be like art
Like God
They create
The millions upon millions
Who make constant art
Who draw a lot of drawings
And sing lots of songs
And write 10 poems a day
and never become famous
Broke, and unknown
Those who claim to know
What being an artist is
The overwhelming amount of millions
Who claim to be artists
And dance and write and draw and sing
The ones with millions of started works
That they can't quite seem to finish
The right words
The right moves
The right feeling
And so they wait for the universe to grant them
Something
And they get old
And they don't know what artists are
They never got far enough
To know
