There's something missing in this painting.
Something wrong about this sketch.
Something I wish I could put my finger on,
But my finger keeps slipping.
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Look into our eyes.
We are the future.
We entertain.
The future painters, singers, dancers, actors…
We are the missing.
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I keep searching the dreaded photo.

It's like a new version of Where's Waldo?

It keeps searching back.

There's something missing in my life.
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Poets are just artists without paint.
Dancers without legs.
Actors without bodies.
Singers without voices.
We are the missing.
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Tell me you're not searching.
Tell me you're not afraid.
Afraid of the future.
Afraid of the past.
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We are the words.
Each word lining every page.
We teach.
We create emotions.
We are the missing.
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You missed me.