A lonely artist sits in a room
Writing down words no one will read
Playing chords no one will hear
In their mind the room is full
As they belt out the final note
All around people cheer
A lonely artist cries in a chair
Wishing they could be heard
Hoping they will be discovered
All the while the room is full
As they finish another masterpiece
Their loved ones cheer
A lonely artist starts again
Another project without an end
Or an end, but no beginning
Shouting for their attention
Smiling, laughing, and crying along
Their closest friends are there
A lonely artist gets a big break
Hundreds of strangers pat their back
They struggle to find their true friends
Standing in a lone spotlight
In the middle of a deep breath
The artist becomes aware
A lonely artist lies in a bed
Wishing they had been there
For the ones who always were
Enlightenment; then sadness
For if they had simply looked up
They would have been fulfilled
