Eclectic visions,
shape my heart,
fill my mind.
Consume my dreams,
in a wisp of clarity.
The abstract and unknown,
shall be my creation.
The paint will be my clothing,
and canvas will be my body.
Yet the world will be mine to create,
and the sky shall pose no limit.
For the inspiration is endless,
the means to an end is beyond conception.
There is without a doubt,
nothing that stands in my way.
Only hope and promise for the future,
shall reward me with riches of success.
Not of monetary value,
but of self-satisfaction.
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