I feel I’ve walked this journey a thousand times and will walk it a thousand more.
I’m amazed at the state of the world. It is true that people fear what they don’t understand. How many more times do I have to show them? How much more must I endure?
Endlessly, I toil and sacrifice to give but humanity has dissolved into such a level of unfathomable greed.
I don’t ask for much. I can’t help my role in this world but you refuse to make a place for me. In order to create something new the old way must be willing to move. I feel there once was a time when someone like me was revered. Instead, I’m mistrusted, taken advantage of and denied my humanity. An artist needs new things but I can’t stand still.