I am artistic and random
I wonder about my future in college
I hear the click of a camera’s shutter
I see the yellow brick road
I want to be professional artist and photographer
I am artistic and random
I pretend to sing on Broadway
I feel how close I am to the real world
I touch the steering wheel of my ’69 VW Karmann Ghia
I worry about succumbing to an average, American job
I cry about the thought of losing my family
I am artistic and random
I understand that I need to work hard to get where I want to
I say that no one has to like my work; I am the only person that has to like it
I dream about being an artist in New York City
I try my best to get ready for college
I hope that I will not be the “average” American
I am artistic and random