Weights are heavy, eyes are dim, vision blurs, dreams run thin.
Heavy losses too much to carry, sick of seeing social staring –
At those who like to prance around, look at me, this act I’ve found.
There are few artist out today, the few that are get shunned away.
Instead we look to those untrue, instead we honor the false that do.
How my heart bleeds for the artist, how much pain can one man harness.
What have seekers still got left? What trophy gives to noble quest?
When famous faces like to sing, when all good singers go unseen.
When true labor is ignored, when self glory becomes the norm.
Don’t confuse the two I swear, they are not close the art’s not shared.
If I tell you look at me, say to you I am something,
Run around and destroy others, seek to sin and get much coverage.
I am not an artist see, I am just a man who thieves.
But if I spend my time at work, if my art to your heart flirts,
If I can make you smile, if you hope just for a while,
If you look at what I share, if the artist really cares,
Those who look will not see him, those who look will not grow dim.
You will feel just as I feel, you will know the truth is real.
I can’t take this too much longer, I am so weak from goodness squandered.
Today the tables are flipped around,
Where famous faces claim profound,
They tell you how much great they do,
I hope you don’t believe them too.
Few out there are true to thee,
Few out there who make it big.
So please don’t confuse any longer,
Please don’t think the best is honored.
When your talent goes unnoticed,
When good work don’t get you nowhere,
Remember the crowds are all misjudging,
The greatest artist is always struggling.
– Thomas M. Watt