Is this art?
These words I put together.
I wonder and hope that it is.
I don’t make the words, the machine, or the language,
yet I combine them to make something beautiful.
Poems and poetry.
With too much sadness and pain.
But I share it all without hesitation,
dreaming dreams of adulation.
More than money or power,
I want to be remembered for my words.
They are my favorite talent.
Perhaps my only one.
These magical things that I write and say.
I hope that they help others, if only for a day.
But I’d like to be more than that.
Remembered for longer.
A fixture, a figure, a person of influence,
that I may use my powers for good.
So I write these words and I hope,
that someone of power will see their power,
and give me a chance to change the world.
Because I love the world and hate change.
So I will change the world with love.