The path of an artist in a digital land

Might be trickier than thought at first glance

Whoever might you be and as talented as you think you are

One thing becomes obvious 

When you get started in this path

Apathy kills my friend

It wounds the soul down to it’s core

It’s screams and it shackles your bones

It bleeds us dry… without even a single smile

People wonder by

Dare not even to glance

Not a word, not a look

Silently, like whispers of a broken heart

Effort after effort piles on

Content after content, they fill your channel walls

Yet a quiet rumour, echoes the outer halls

From time to time a fellow traveller might stay and watch

Tells you “you are great”

Before continuing on

Such words have more power than we can even know

For more often than not

Is the only currency we artists trade on

And too many times

It shall be our only reward

The debt collector passes on

Relentless and always on time

Like the changing of the tide

And the ticking of a swiss clock

One by one, they start falling

Starts dim, and the night grows dark

The world gets colder, colder, colder

Apathy kills young one… that much is true

For if everyone who likes your work

Dares to give a damn… maybe even a dime

The story would be different

The universe would surge in art

Creators of every colour and kind

Souls empowered to do what they must

If only we lived in such place

What would happen then?

If brothers offered a helping hand

What would then be?

I’m afraid I have no answers today

And the only thing that can truly be said

Is that for such a land to exist

Many thing would have to change

So if you still wonder… What would happen then?

God can only tell...




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