
What Art Has Taught Me
I found my voice in colors bright,
In pencil strokes and shards of light.
A child with crayons, worlds I drew,
Of castles tall and skies of blue.

Forge Ahead
Once I press the start, there’s no hitting the brakes,
The gas calls my name, the red line awaits.
NOS ignites, I’m chasing the flame,
Forward’s my motto, no time for the blame.