Just a thought

Staring out the window of a train my mind read this to me.

The Artist is free, limitations unshackled.
Bound by color, texture,sound and composition,
The Artist translates experience.

The family man is weighted, burdened with unconditional love. The
Family man must translate experience with symbols and sounds.

Both follow a path with their hearts never able to rid themselves of
their drive forward. They step closer to love not further.