2011 - Day 182

Art is particular
Selective in it's ways,
Seduce the masses quickly
Find the one who got away.
It grows inside us all
A flower on verge of blossom,
Nourish the creative seed
Go from 'good' to 'AWESOME'.
Try it once or a thousand times
Or tell yourself you don't care,
Or try it one hundred and eighty two times
And here we stand,
Halfway there.