Poets, Musicians, Painters, Writers.
We are the Artists Of The World.
We’re the silent fighters
With our own distinct weapons.
We don’t belong to a place,
We’ve an imaginary world
Where our minds runaway.
We don’t know our limits,
For we set them on our own
To live in it.
We look at the world in a different way,
Driven by ambition,
Passion being the fuel to motivate.
We’re in an ocean of our dreams,
We drown in our failures,
But then, to the top we swim.
Expressing ourselves through creativity,
We don’t belong to a country, state or city,
For we are the Artists Of The World.
© An Unknown Wanderer