Sixty years on the run, tightly holding the lines
Of a script already written for my future designs
I dug through the dirt, counted cash in my hand
But I starved inside a wealth I couldn't stand.
Working so hard just to fill up a sleeve
While my soul choked inside, begging for reprieve.
So much money, yes, but joy is a different thing
A golden cage will never teach a rose how to sing.
Today I face the mirror, leaving the mud behind
A mature man learning a new dance of the mind.
And this is the magic of a life that ignites
When the world ignores you, but your soul takes flight
I don't race anymore, I don't chase after gold
Now I make my peace with the ceiling of old.
I dug through the pain, through the doubts I possessed
And at the end of the road, I finally found the essence:
I am Art.
Now I live a modest life, but my chest is on fire
My true nature explodes, lifting me higher
I grab a paintbrush, forget the rules and the frame
My canvas is abstract, a wild beast to tame.
Violent colors, never safe, never the same
No need to please the crowd or play their game.
I do it for myself, a pure inner need
While I write the songs that make my spirit bleed.
And those paintings now stand as the stage for my rhymes
They are the cover art of my truest times.
I once kissed success, but its lips were like ice
Today I hold a warmth that doesn't have a price
With the pure contradictions that push every bound
We are made of dreams, not the cash in the pound.
The pain of the past now makes perfect sense
It’s the force driving me through the dark and the dense
To fish out emotions and give them to the earth
In this mature dance, I finally know my worth.
No excuses to make, no debts left to pay
I am the man I never was until today.
And this is the magic of a life that ignites
When the world ignores you, but your soul takes flight
I don't race anymore, I don't chase after gold
Now I make my peace with the ceiling of old.
I dug through the pain, through the doubts I possessed
And at the end of the road, I finally found the essence:
I am Art.
Look at me now, no chains left to hold
I feel the veins in my body flowing with gold
But it’s not the metal you buy at the store
It’s the supreme love that refreshed me to the core.
Without any fear, with an open face
I shouted my name in the emptiest space!
And now I marry you, my sweet, wild obsession
My abstract canvas, my ultimate confession.
We love in the dark, we love in the rhyme
Two distant souls lost in the fabric of time
Finding each other now, past sixty, untamed
Free, naked, foolish, completely reclaimed.
This is the magic.
It has no price.
You are mine.
