There's a Reason

​You stand there, snickering
telling me how I am wrong
You’re telling me who I am
Who I should be
Who I cannot be
Try to take away where I belong

You try to take my art-my soul
And throw it down a deep spiraling hole
To darkness And destruction
To pain and misery
To failure

You try to say yes and no
You try to tell me what is right
You try to turn everything you see
Into dull black and white
But art isn’t meant to be like that

There’s a reason why paintings are in color
There’s a reason why poems rhyme
There’s a reason why dancers don’t stand in place
There’s a reason why creation takes time

There’s a reason why stories unfold
There’s a reason why songs have a tune
There’s a reason why art has never died
There’s a reason it won’t be gone anytime soon

That’s because it can fill people up
It can bring them down
It can make you smile
Or it can make you frown

It’s because we don’t stop to think
We just change minds with our work
Destruction is what tears us apart
It breaks everything
And us creators reverse destruction

So you can stand there snickering
You can try to tell me I’m wrong
But I’ll never believe you
I’m right where I belong