I Am A Recovering Artist

I am a recovering artist
Recovering from an addiction to things that are seen but not seen
Attracted to the beauty of things like trees and sunbeams
There’s no AA for an artist
This addiction is something I have to beat in isolation
Struggling to get by day by day
Working for some man in some corporation
No more wandering the streets being inspired by the air I breathe
No more writing countless hours about the things that make me seethe
No more of my proverbial land of make believe
But every time I hear a song or a beat
Or just a kid playing in the street
I start to jonesing again
regaining that itch
veins start to twitch
Oh God, I’m slipping again
Looking for that white for one more hit
But the white I use helps me write this hot shit
*breathe*
Lyrically inclined to rhyme anytime I hear something so sublime
My mind is like a timebomb ticking
Slight rhythm tick tick boom...
And the firestorm that’s caused by my words unheard by the masses
But read by the passive soon to be masters
Inspiring those souls to revolution through art and spoken word
Sleeping giants being awaken from their slumber from the silent movement they heard.
*breathe*
I haven’t kicked this addiction just yet
Might be the hardest fight to win I bet
Because I’m inspired by the simplest things like the beat of my son’s heart
Because even in the most basic things, there’s something called ART

*They tried to make me go to Rehab but I said NO! NO! NO!*