|I want to be beautiful,
Lovely, pretty, stunning, what have you.
I want to be great,
Clever, witty, funny, that too.
I want to be the thing that keeps you up at night,
Slowly killing you that I can't be yours.
I want to make the things that make your soul take flight,
So you want to break your walls and tear your floors.
I want to be good and true,
Good and true enough for you.
I want to make art that's good and true,
Enough that you will love me, too.
I want to be the man I wish I was,
I want to make art all the time, because
I know some God will ask when I've died,
"What did you do?" I can't reply