Is this just a drawing Mr. Sehic?

Seeking help, pleasure-seeking,
Seeking help, self-seeking.
I try to admire, to admit what I desire,
But instead of I traveled to the end of the world,
But you can’t extinguish the fire
That seeks for more! That seeks for higher…

So I draw my lines,
My portraits, my people, my scene
The imitation of life,
The colors that I am seeding
And blue was my first harvest,
And so I became an Artist!

Still on my way, my wa
I “gonnna” love you.
Not a story, just a little bit of truth…

The Artist King he shall be,
The Artist King, he is coming,
The Artist King is on his way,
Is it just a drawing, I “wannna” to say,
Or do I ask?
And her name “the Seeking” should be,
Is it just a drawing, or a piece of me,

Seeking help, pleasure-seeking,
Seeking help, self-seeking.
There are just few words,
I guess not; when I am speaking…
And it is more than just a drawing
Every line is more than a line,
When I am drawing…

Self-awareness or hare-brained
Psycho or greatness instanced…
This drawing is not a scrap of evidence,
My greatest Art-Work is my Self-confidence!

And the color of blue!