ode-ish to state of now-ish

I accept, and I question, I try to work out the kinks

I conform, I protest

I have cares, thoughts, and thinks

And every day concerns me, for I still can't seem to find a life quest.

But I'm still me

I still love Winnie the Pooh

My name still starts with a C and ends with an E

And I'd still give anything to live where they call the toilet the loo

Me; art student

Me; aspiring human being

It's just me, ladies and gents

Sitting here: thinking, writing, and seeing.

It's a work in progress

That's so far taken nearly 19 years

At this rate, it'd be faster to pass a bill in congress

Or to outrun the bad luck of broken mirrors.

I direct my work to editors and publicists

I hope to catch the eye of dapper young men,

As well as leaders, humanists and activists

By avoiding the latest fashions and trends.

Many artists bare all with their work

Their passions and pains reflect in their creations

But for me, while behind the camera I lurk

I attempt to show the commotions of the world and its nations.

And I've come to realize

That a picture is worth a thousand words

No matter how much we romanticize or idealize

Cameras see all, like the eyes of a bird.

My work helps me to function

Society is a big huge mess

Often I find myself at crossroads and junctions

Searching for peace amidst the anxiety and stress.