You know I'll catch up someday.
And it'll be a bitter victory since I'm sure nothing real will come of it.
Still, I'll feel all the more prosperous-
And although it's a tremendously childish thing, I'll feel like I climbed a rung higher on the creativity ladder.
Though I mustn't cheat and go on only writing about ghosts and dreams and insanity.
I have a world ahead to write about.
I could write about anything, and soon enough I'll be in a brand new environment.
One that harbors Art like an infectious pest-
And I'll revel in that beautiful pestilence.
My hope is to get to that point of triumph before I embrace that odd new atmosphere.
Oh, but you know I'm ready whenever-
Though my snout and mask is stuffy and my heart is melting with sappiness-
This will be just one more success I hope to aim for before my life gets so much stranger.
The business people bawk about but I am here delving deeper.
And soon I'll dig up treasure- but the point is to keep on digging regardless of whether I feel tired or not.
But I've been digging all day and this isn't all I do in life.
But mark me, I will get to the depth you've reached.
And I'll dance on my prize, as cheap and daft as it might be.
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