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I'm an artist without a muse to capture Painting with no brush or sense of the soul Sparking fire without a fuse or ember Still I perceive a portrait that's whole I'm an actor without the lines or stage Emoting with no mind for this part isn't right Playing the lead which is out of my range Anxiously waiting for opening night I'm a poet without a rhyme assured Prosing pith with no clear conceit to state These thoughts of mine have become so absurd What is it I'm saying then if I elaborate I am...I am...I have no idea who I am Not an artist, actor, nor poet. A sham