Deathbeds that I missed due to hustle culture. Exhausted impossible dreams following lifestyles that can't be compared.
Two artists, that are old. Of the tradition of following a point of view, one of cartoon cowboys, another of a newspaper sketch's, and crude nudes.
They had passion, I had followed a fake dream to be picked by the best of entertainment.
Deathbeds unvisited, memories untouched from the twenties. They had hopes yet now through a desperate clawing there wishes through the tip of my stylus.
Mentor wishes on the bed. On the edge, if I can pick them up.
Lessons learned hard from invisible deathbeds, they're love to creativity to carry on.
Put on that entertainment smile, carry on there wishes.