In the quiet of the night, he dreams awake,
Pen in hand, with visions to create.
Through the window, beyond the glass,
A silhouette of hope, his future self.

Each line he draws, a whispered plea,
To the artist he'll someday be.
Clouds of doubt may drift and sway,
But persistence lights the darkest day.

So keep the faith, and sketch your part,
For greatness blooms from a steadfast heart.