Art is subjective to the artist

Art is subjective to the artist But through art, You can feel the very emotions of the artist You don’t have to like it Or try to understand it You just have to feel it And let yourself understand what you feel about it What is an accomplished life really? Is it wealth or fame or money? Or working side by side with my destiny? Or is it love, and being loved? Maybe something I’m yet to discover? I never imagined how, A few books and a farm could do the honors Over the all above If you think I’m trapped No, your rational world is the trap, in fact Life is not a game to either lose or win I just simply enjoy the play of my will I’m submissive, too compulsive? I can’t argue, it’s you, no I don’t forgive When you wish for the rain, You have to deal with the mud too That’s when I realized the life with hard truth You meet somebody And your intuition says ‘I like her’ You look like my first wife No science can solve or explain it, No metrics can deny or dictate her You are a 9/10 darling I’m the 1 you’re missing Unrequited love isn’t even a real thing Love is two magnets Connected with both ends But the world is so much bigger Than we give it credit for What do you see? Stare at the darkness and tell me. I see everything and nothing before my eyes Well that’s my life without your eyes It’s too romantic, I’m gonna remove that line Cheers to the realists, And life full of days and nights I don’t fear the darkness anymore My demons come in pure daylight I wish I was still a child, or a farm boy, In all the ways, Life is fulfilled When you can keep starting at the sky Under the pure moonlight.. And I walk to and through the unknown With nothing but my unconscious guidelines When I walk through the valley of shadow of death, I may never forget the fact that I walk! And I keep walking From here, to eternity! In darkness and moonlight