Too much sauce in my fries

It’s interesting how time flies

Creating the illusion of control

In darkness, black charcoal

All you can do is chuckle

What does the future hold?

Excited or scared?

Thrill squared

What started out as a challenge

In a quest to explore talent

Ended up being a duty

Creating an art of beauty

Leaving a mark of brilliance

In the soul of millions

Many baby steps

Small wins

A lot of emotion

We do it over again

One year older

One year creative

We raise a toast, happy anniversary.