Gain and loss
Production at its highest
Every bit
A chunk of the finish
An end out of sight
Yet never truly lifeless
A daily bit
As if one doesn't understand
Vigoration coursing through veins
Inspiration cleansed through space
One's mind sees scenes in clips
Emotions in a process of digestion
A drive for passion forces moves
Now work being done in ones space
The quality showing in results
Every step deliberate, yet tiring
As if one can never stop
Stopping means death
Yet death always come
Does it matter?
Hopefully
For one's name lives with their work
Work is living
Living is working
Tiring yet exciting
Winning and losing
Yet every scene connects the chunks
Clips till the finish
Now it is a work of art