I’m young and I’m strong
And don’t really care,
About giving my art a soul or some hair.
I draw when I’m bored, stressed or depressed
But it rarely has meaning, in any sense.
People always ask me
“What does this mean?
I respond sweeetly
“It doent mean a thing.”
It’s my creation, I gave it life
It has no life, It has no right.
It does what I will it
When I think it or say,
my art knows better than to struggle away.