Evolution of an Artist as a Young Man

I was once ambitious, I don't take myself seriously now,

There's no need to be exceptional- I'm relieved and how! 

There are masterpieces to be birthed, I am sure there will be others,

I have passed the baton forward, spare me the lecture brothers! 

I was once adventurous, dare-devilry my middle name,

I would play with themes and forms, I'm just bored of the game.

Epics and paeans yet to be written,  I will let others heed the call,

I've stopped scaling the peaks- I'm thereby protected from the fall. 

 

I was once anguished, now the world doesn't hurt me much,

I don't need to nurture my wounds, I've grown thick skin as such. 

There are Mahadevs eagerly waiting, to devour poison from the ocean's churn,

I let others fight injustices, I don't need to stay in Hell and with inferno burn.  

I was artistic once, creating beauty, without worrying too much, about its utility,

Now I'm a sharpshooter, with you as target, and have laser-guided poems, in my kitty.