Consuming, enveloping, smothering my mind
There is little I can do to escape its grip
It turns my brain into a bag of ideas and sketches
The lucky bits that get pulled out are put onto paper, made into ink
Scrawled across paper in beautfiul twists and swirls that we have come to know as writing 

Lines and circles that turn into people, animals
Anything that is imaginable, it can be put on the page
This is the beauty of art
Every song, every word
There is a drawing for it

The love story fills sketchbooks and folders. The relationship between myself and the pencil
The romance didn't start with me, nor will it end
Centuries of others have had the same love affair
some portraying it ways much more grand than I can
This will not stop me

This does not detear me from my dream, from my goal
I am an artist
How perfect it would be to make money being so
That is my dream job
To create, and to show ot

To bring to life what is trapped inside the mind
To give motion to what has once been still
I want to breathe life into the imagination
Make the impossible
Possible

Your worst nightmares 
Your biggest dreams 
Put them in my hands
Let me craft it into something beautiful
Let me give it the life and color it deserves

The odds of success are low
This will not detear me
I will fight until the end 
I do not seak grandure 
High society is not what I crave 

The likeliness of fame and money is low 
But this is not the goal 
This is not the dream 
The dream is art 
And I intend to live it.

Let the ground fall from beneath me 
Let me be without home 
Without shelter But please 
Never Let me be without my life force 
Art

I will go to college 
I will achieve my degree in Animation and Game art 
The future is uncertain
But my mind is made up 
My passion will never die