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There is a strange energy in a person, that never leaves them alone,
It never lets them fall asleep, fills their night up with concern and let's the person aspire for a goal.
You have worked on yourself for so many years but can you reach your self-fulfillment before the end comes?
The more you learn, the harder it will be to find yourself content and to get close to the ideal.
Oh you paintress! Oh you sculptor! Oh you poetess! Oh you writer!
Oh you musician! Oh you discoverer! Oh you scientist! Oh you inventor!
Oh you painter! Oh you sculptress! Oh you poet! Oh you writer!
You're passing the crossroad from all the undone every-day issues
and you escape to your studio from your dull life, that makes you so tired...
You are too ambitious to give up
and too modest to betray yourself.
Oh you paintress! Oh you sculptor! Oh you poetess! Oh you writer!
Oh you musician! Oh you discoverer! Oh you scientist! Oh you inventor!
Oh you painter! Oh you sculptress! Oh you poet! Oh you writer!
Sometimes you come across a muse, (to meet her ist he best thing that can happen to you!)
Then you're working in the flush of your senses, hollowed in ecstasy and dreams.
And again you're longing for that feeling, comes so rarely and lasts so briefly:
Self-content- goes away, because your creativity is pushing you on.
There is an effort, to start all over every day and to tighten your energy and your goal,
Although you're becoming weaker every day and you're world doesn't seem to understand you, although polishing your expected diamond is getting harder and harder.