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I Am Trying To Explain...
by Jim Nasium
I can feel it
it is time for a change
I know it now
as I start to rearrange
the things that I am doing
these days in my life
sitting round just creating
and avoiding the strife
now when it comes to computer art or poetry
I excel with out hardly even trying...
I have been trying to sell my work
on line, but no one is buying...
My talents are known far and wide
even thought I have died
in the real world and in cyber space
so I hide away in my place
and I have tried
but there is no money in art...
why do ya think they call them all starving artists?
when it comes to paying my way
I am thinking of new ways every day
but one I know all too well
lately, to me it is like a work hell
I come home so tired
and I don't want to draw
I can't seem to find my muse
if I've ever had one at all...
because now when I
do what I was taught to do
to make the money that I need
I feel less than myself, and I get blue
now, that I am older
when I work at my trade
when I do concrete work
I feel like a freakin' jerk
I feel like I shouldn't be doing this any longer
it has been too long and I'm not getting stronger
it has been too many years
I am getting too old I fear
I try too hard
to show them young lads
that they will never have
what I have had
I was taught by the best
the old school masters
I was taught the old world way
not like these young lads today
I have this business in my veins
this concrete world I live in with it's pains
has driven me insane...
it is too much for my tired brain
I am trying to explain
why it is that I do
what I don't even want to do
to you
it's because it's good for my body
when I sweat and work hard all the time
it makes me feel so young again
who am I kidding, I am lying
I hate doing concrete work
I hate the summer time
the way it makes me feel
is a freakin' crime
it may be good for my body
but it's not good for my mind
I come home too tired
and my muse I just can't find...
still I try to write something
and then I try to draw
I wonder why I am spinning
and starting to fall
some kind'a change
some kind'a spinning around
with every single line
I move farther out of time
nothing seems to be working out
I can't make myself clear
but I know one thing
I don't wanna do concrete work again this year
®1999 Jim Nasium
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