My Passion

I am young and not nearly done,

What could I become?

Thoughts whirled,

Anything possible in this world.

My imagination works day and night,

I am like a knight.

My pencil is my sword,

I slay the drawing board.

Cupid hit me in the heart,

With this thing called art.

My vision isn't 20/20,

But my  imagination, I have plenty.

Not everyone can bring their ideas alivem

That's why I thrive.

My abilities are unique in such ways,

That'll make big tidal waves.

You see a blank page,

But I see an everlating pencil crusade.


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