To live my life, to tread the unexplored way,
Where few have trod, where I may seize the day,
Maybe this is gift, this chance to roam,
Unfettered by the words that others call home.
This, I believe, is the essence of art,
To bring forth something novel from the heart,
Not to mimic greatness, but to be unique,
A work of myself, an original shriek.
This is the gift, this is the test,
To live my life, to be my own best,
No imitation, no borrowed light,
But shining bright, like a star in flight.
Not to repeat the phrases of those who came before,
But to forge new paths, and make my own score,
For in creation lies the truth I hold so dear,
The freedom to express, without fear.
This is my choice, this is my creed,
To live my life, to be my own deed,
Not a follower, but a trailblazer too,
A maker of my dreams, a creator anew.
Work of myself
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