Nothing is going to come out of it

But then,
Why does she paint?
When her paintings ain’t coming alive.

Why does she write?
When she ain’t publishing.

Why does she dance all alone?
With no one to be hypnotized.

Isn’t she going astray?
The crowd is here.

Why can’t she do what everyone does?
Follow.

Maybe she is born to lead.

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