Nice poem.
Fruit is sweet on the lips of marketing, profit has become the main story of artistic doctrine. Look at the desert of a creative oasis, we left the best years to wander on the moonlighting game.
I think this suggests that most artists have become materialistic, and this is true. Here I am writing for money, and not passion. It's easier because of its relative mastery of my craft but it is not as fulfilling because I measure the worth of my impact now on upvotes and not the joy or lessons it teaches. Maybe I'm becoming a sellout. But an artiste must survive, right? Well im trying to juggle both-- surviving and writing passionately
See you on the top
Thank you.