You count, and you can try
But I refuse to be monetized
I am coloring with pastel hues
Do they evoke something good in you

Cause art is not a game
But I played so I forgot
What I really wanted to paint

Five six seven eight
I swear I'm on my way
Though you would not love me today
Without the numbers telling you
Wish I could self motivate
No I don't mean self medicate
Though you would not appreciate me
Without the numbers telling you

Infinite
Every second relevant
Everything I was meant to be
Hours get devoured
We caught up inside the mystery of
Another silent night
Another silent fight

Please do not disturb
Been gone for a minute
They offended
None of my concern
Reaching for my zenith
Cross the finish
Everything I've earned
I been bout, bout it
Had some doubts
Anxiety I shown
I been busy counting
Streams amounting
Please get my off phone
I my own, hubris

Cause art is not a game
But I found myself played
Is it what I wanted to paint

My dreams are all a bit shy
But don't you know they come with a price
Cause they're the ones holding the brush
But are these colors ever enough

Five six seven eight
I swear I'm on my way
Though you would not love me today
Without the numbers telling you
Wish I could self motivate
No I don't mean self medicate
Though you would not appreciate me
Without the numbers telling you

Every second, relevant
Every minute, history
Everything I was meant to be