The Life Of An Artist

The Life Of An Artist

By R.e. Taylor

I have a problem

Everyone tells me to relax

Just sit back and do nothing

Even my shrink says it

I have tried so many times

Closing up my computer

Putting away my pencils and ink

And hiding my paintbrushes

The thing, is nothing works

My mind starts working

Creating things without me asking

My hands twitch

And my butt squirms in my chair

Finally, my head starts to explode

I go into my studio and I do something

Maybe I paint or draw

Or I sit down and write this poem

Only then I can relax for a few minutes

Before I have to start all over again

But that is the life I have chosen

I will do it until I can do it no more

And that will be the moment I take my last breath