Some possess fire inside them, a burning heart within
The creative process is motivation, and life is the fuel
Artists draw upon it, remembering it, seeing it clearly
Or as breath from nature, as a passion upon the wind
To burn without an outlet is painful, is perhaps cruel
When passion lights the path, it will leave one weary
To surrender leaves you uncertain, naked to the pain
The artist must obey the calling, obey that call to be
We live moments in true time but forever in dream
