This artist is prisoned,
In thoughts of grassy head.
Many things describes him,
But few expresses.

He is empty with childhood memories,
Away from freedom of another soul.

I realised with tik-tok clock,
I am relating him
Well, he always proves me undirected.
Difficult to surpass his thoughts,
Messy to come with parallel decisions.

Art is jive for the guy
His dreams revolve for,
Achievements and targets.

Exception case, untold secrets
Of his white paper life,
Only in heart of artist,
That can't be digged out.