Self-consciousness burns me,
It's supposed to be about patr'onage,
As opportunity,
But even though this may never be read,
I'm overwhelmed by eyes,
The same as when people watch me walking,
Inevitably, I stop walking right,
The natural rhythm is disrupted,
I'm outside looking in,
There's no honesty when you think like that,
Destroying attraction,
Your art then dies,
So my apologies,
I must proceed as if you don't exist,
The only way to create properly.
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