Filmmaking
We are some dreaming filmmakers.
We are taught how to cook
Take basics, add spice and make food
We think that our table will walk us on carpet
Our shoes shine with polish, dark black on the red
Therefore we like humming birds focus on the nectar
When time comes
Our film fails, it is junk
No one wants, we are out.
You see the exceptions, George Lucas, Spielberg
Most of us will remain hungry and jobless
In this field we compete in thousands
Using time and money we invest
At the end of the road
It is waste!
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