Perceptions of the Lifelong Test
By Peter Scott
Six A.M.
My body resists
I deny its acceptance
Push from the down
It started as vengeance
(I hated them all!)
Blossomed to love
(I did it for you)
Then the pain
Hard to swallow
Cut my legs out
From under my flesh
It then was torture
But I endured
Finding new hope
It now is for life
Now is for me
Some use the sand
For their own insecurities
Others are stupid
Yet some push for sport
Sport's not I
Disguised, it never was
Started by the former
The blood rush
Now for another purpose
An artist
Tried and true
I am a sculptor
Hidden but always there
Beneath the earth
Oblivious to life
Save for my creation
The sterile lights
Cast odd shadows
I work
Molding with sand and sweat
Biology is my friend
An artist needs to know
Should he be wise
So with my time
People laughing
I unknowingly learned
My special hidden art
So hidden
I knew it not
Sculpting with drive
Passions and pains and power
I only mold humans
With that I have been working
The same sculpture for three years
It is special
I shape with care
For it is I
My ultimate work of art...
