behind my progress
I am the passion
Behind my arts
Nothingness in me
Exist
For somethingness in me
To abide
Decorate me now
Oh my arts
Even as I decorate thee
Pour me accolades
Even as I pour your accolades
That is eulogy
The secret of inward
encouragement
No one encourages
An achiever
And self-eulogy
Saves death of self esteem
And preserves intergrity
Until the coast is clear
And a successful artist
Crosses the sand dunes
Into the utmost city of gold.
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