You ask how I plan to change the world.
The world does not need
Any more changing.
Far from it.
Look at our surroundings.
Our trees filter sunlight
Through millions of green pages,
Like books that ache to tell a story
Through shadows dancing on the forest floor.
Our skies sigh softly
In cool billows of crisp wind,
Carrying dots of rain
To land on unsuspecting eyelashes,
Leaving morning dew
To be blinked away from wandering eyes.
Our artists beckon us with graphite lines
And textured mountains of color
And pages and pages of original combinations
Of ancient words and immortal sounds;
By redefining the light spectrum and the world's acoustics,
Altering how our senses absorb the universe.
I am one of those artists.
I do not change the world;
I change our perception of it.
I am an artist;
But I am not your artist.
This is a planet;
But it is not our planet.
Earth is an artist alongside me.
She is a creator of new ideas,
A writer of songs,
A painter of landscapes,
An innovator of intelligence.
She has a portfolio of towering sculptures
And intricately carved woodwork,
And music that took eons to compose.
She is not ours.
No, I will not change the world,
For I am an artist.
I do not vandalize or take credit for
The work of other artists.
I will bring a shift
Into the minds of those who do.