Entitlement in the Arts
The cats are gone
The house burned down
Your pen scratches at the surface
You are content, done with your percent
Wherever there is disdain, you find your way
You capture the pain day by day
You put it in your pocket and you scratch the surface
I hope you understand that I am not scolding
I just want you to know that there is so much more to art than being,
Than watching the tensions, noting down the breaks
More than seeing.
I hope you see that beyond the paper, the canvas,
There is art in action.