In May I have graduated,
by June I am quite frustrated,
Painting seems to ease anxiety,
but the bills they keep on piling.
what can an artist do for society,
on the verge of falling from propriety?
My lack of options is beguiling.
My ability and production is abundant,
My loss of enthusiasm redundant.
Uneasiness: consequential,
Prayer: Essential.
Cash flow: minimum,
Trust level: maximum.
On the brink of regression
The Lord shall be my great obsession.
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