I dream of a world I can conquer with ink;

Not ink on a paper, or ink in a pen;

But ink on the canvas some artists call thy body,

I'd get the job with my artistic skill;

i'd love my shop because the people are chill, 

i'd need no books to teach me the ways;

i'd have the skills, because iv'e drawn for days,

obstacles that might stand in my way;

is this time man keeps track of that we call a "day".

I'd be to busy to take an apprentiship;

im worried these skills wont equip.

I could make this dream reality if i had more time;

or more money to stop working for a bit.

i promise you once i get started, 

I WON'T QUIT.