It’s not what I do
It’s what I am
It’s not the metrics
The measurements
The likes or the streams
It’s not these gorgeous, gorged
Or tainted dreams
It’s neither the wealth
Nor the riches
Nor the cards I’ve been dealt
Is there narcissism?
Is there questionable sanity?
And what of bloated ego?
And what of swollen vanity?
And unattainable fantasy?
What of all indeed
Perhaps. I will concede
But the aim is in the work
The joy in the endeavour
The love is in the product
The need in the creation
It’s more than mere fixation
It’s more than an affliction
A possible addiction?
It’s pleasure, pain
It’s ecstasy and hurt
It will not change the world
It will not break a mould
It will not please the most
But it will touch the few
It’s simply what I am
It’s not just what I do
10th Nov 2021