Why is it fun?
To sit in a hot room
With dizzy, tired eyes
Cramps in your hands
So much on your mind
If it isn�t perfect, start over again
I hate to say, �no, I�ll use my idea, friend�
Working alone for hours on end
Very few breaks but many brain bends
Input � output you must never mistake
Though it seems there isn�t anything at stake
If the picture addressed to a million waiting eyes
Isn�t just perfect, I�d choose to die
Make them laugh, make them smile and then make them cry
Make them think for themselves, make their minds stretch and fly
You�re counting on you, and nobody more
To make entertainment like never before
When your eyes are open its never a bore
If the audience feels, for you, it�s a score
With a click and a twist, this piece here, that piece there
You weave your own dream, with ever so much care
The credit with no one else you will share
For you took your challenge, starred in your own dare
There�s some motion, some dreamlike, and (often deeper) some stilled
A film that in the end you will sigh and get chills
For mental strength and creativeness, personal will
The outcome is good: destiny is fulfilled.