Sending out signals to those who will listen,
Hoping they hear what one means to relay.
This is the process that some of us use.
Telling our story and pointing the way.

Sometimes we do it in glorious style,
Causing our friends to applaud our hard work.
Sometimes we blunder, our words lack beauty,
They do not convey what we wish to say.

Should we stop trying and leave it alone,
Knowing we never can reach the zenith.
This is the question we ask of ourselves,
Often at night when we ponder our fate.

Must one be perfect to keep on this path.
Is that our function, to always be great.
May we develop our special palette,
Painting in colors that only we see.

That will be my way as long as I'm here,
Knowing my brushes will serve me quite well.
Every new artist must test their own canvas,
Spreading the marvelous paints where they may.

When you display your newest creation,
Trusting the critics to nod or say nay, 
Be of good cheer my dear compatriots,
Doing the best that one can is enough.