I pour out my heart on the canvas

I wring out my soul on the page

In oils and inks I could outshine the Sphinx

but it doesn’t mean a damn thing

I work my fingers down to the bone

yet still at the end I’ll be sad and alone

I could transmutate gold

it would never be sold

because nobody cares

nobody cares

–

I’m a little bit jaded ‘cause what I created

I think would be worth your time

but you’ll never see it, ‘cause would you believe it

I haven’t got a dime

I’m just one man in a sea of faces

I’m just one star in the galaxy

And it’s hard for me to face this

I’m just one note in your symphony

I’m one word in a poem of verses

why would you read me?

why would you read me?

why would you read me?

–

each stroke of my brush is inspired

each palette I choose is sublime

but I’ll never make any silver

it seems that success is a crime

my great works of art

are breaking my heart

because nobody cares

nobody cares

–

It’s clear to me I’m worthless

If so what is the point?

I’ll sacrifice no longer, my friend,

I’ve painted my last.

I’m done, that’s the end!

–

I’m a little bit jaded ‘cause what I created

I think would be worth your time

but you’ll never see it, ‘cause would you believe it

I haven’t got a dime

I’m just one hue in a sea of color

I’m just one thread in the tapestry

And it’s hard for me to face this

I’m one picture in your gallery

I’m one man in a sea of faces

why would you see me?

why would you see me?

why would you see me?

 

 

~j.d.schofield