What if I just like reading better?
Can one even be a professional reader?

Im so full, pouring from a creative tap
Yet I can barely write, or create a starting draft
My heart is flooding like a pipeline: one poorly designed
Can someone help me make sense of these dreams of mine?
Thinking with all my might but there’s no glimmer, no light
Hard, Im struggling to keep sustaining this fight with my
Self, I keep my mind in decent health but im still
Drowning, under the weight of this creative wealth

It doesn’t take a lot
just a universal will
that we will not allow
history
to repeat
itself
at least
not
on our watch
not a one amongst us wants
war
why has one man
got so much
power

Do not lose sight now
When you’re far enough ahead
It seems you’re behind

Ambivalence towards higher station
You have enough apportioned
And your only aspiration’s
To be a full-fledged person