Our Tools are never good enough.
Our Pencils ne'er sharp enough.
Our ink never dark enough.
Our wit is never sharp enough.
Our detail never showing it all.
Our product never good enough

We tear our hair out trying to compose the perfect score.
Our hands bleed trying to shape the perfect sculpture.
Our knuckles and wrists popped and cracking trying to write the perfect story.
Our eyes bloodshot and dry searching for the perfect painting for our canvas.

A million times we are told,
“It’s beautiful; the melody floating on the winds.”
“It’s stunning; the woman looks almost alive instead of stone.”
“I loved it; I couldn’t stop turning the pages.”
“It’s perfect; the colors really accentuate the good of the piece”
But We always say, “It’s good enough for now“, or “It’ll do”

We strive for perfection, to try to show our soul to the world.
We love our craft, and our work;
But the children of our imaginings, they fall victim to our abusive critiques.
Never will it be good enough for the world,
But we love it with all we have; and the fans love it with us.

This is the curse of the Artists’ world;
And it will always be with us.
-- The Dark Reverand