A Simple Poem

[Gtarmetro]

Here is me reading the poem: http://audiour.com/playlist/gb4ihacq The Artist by John Shields When I wake up every morning, I see beyond the darkness of the dawn. The wind chilling my bones as I walk into class. I go to my teacher, I ask what the lesson is today. I follow my logic; my mind. Every now and then, I want to be more creative. To show what cannot shown in words. I can mold the sounds that I hear in my head into the lightning that can strike the heart of an individual, The flame of passion that can motivate ones very soul. From the roots of my heart, to the roots of the trees. I listen. I follow. I please. Perhaps when it snows, I can let myself go. It may show what I need to know, I can VERY WELL grow. Everyone should follow their HEARTS and not their MINDS and they'll know, what it means to be creative.

[Entity]

I feel like there's some deeper meaning here that I'm missing... But it's very well written!