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Born of stardust,
when did we forget
that we are meant to fly?
When did we stop being artists,
and poets, and oboe players,
and dancers,
and an entire planetary orchestra?
When did we stop singing
the song that is our life
and turn it all to toil?
Did you ever have a dream?
Has it been set aside
because so many people "need" you?
Because work takes so many hours,
it leaves you lumpish on the couch
at day's end,
sad about the paintings
you always wanted to paint
and never will?
Kids,
listen up.
I just received a message.
While we keep putting off
bringing forth what it is
that we were born to do,
time sneaks up behind us
and steals Tomorrow.
Don't wait till the night watchman
calls out it will soon be morning.
Wake early.
Watch the sun come up.
Marvel.
Adore.
Then get busy painting!
