I am the captain of my ship on this soul plane,
The master of my fate in destiny's take,
The north star within my dark seas,
I will make it through the darkest valleys,
To the peak of the tallest mountains,
And on to the clouds,
And stars,
And the unknown beyond,
So unleash the drive and determination,
Within me,
That no zenith can,
Satisfy.

Creativity is a spark that lights the fire,
Creativity is the genius in the soul,
Creativity is the genuine attraction in the heart,
Creativity is the spark in the eyes,
Creativity is the champion of obstacles,
Creativity is the essence of surprise.

I don't write to be good at it,
I don't write to show it off,
I certainly don't write for me,
I write for the sake of writing,
Because it is the right way to write.

However if you open my writing,
Then you'll realize I write for everything,
Anything and anybody,
I write for inspiration,
I write for the sake of writing,
Not as a means to an end,
But just as end.

Look at them,
The flawless skin,
Energetic stride,
The abundance of sin,
The overbearing pride,
These young fools.

How I use to be so,
Use to be like them,
And How I spent it away,
in the same way with a different code,
And different friends,
How we use to be young fools,
Just like them.

I look around at the pain of the world,
And it drains me,
To think about everyone being hurt,
it makes me thinks,
It makes me doubt,
That I could carry on,
I would shrivel and die,
But I can't,
So I won't.
I'll just remember the pain,
In my thoughts,
And not in my heart.

I'm starting to write again,
I've lit a furnace long forsaken,
It's a new look on an old hobby,
A different perspective through the same eyes,
An old dog with new tricks.

I'm scared,
Because I have visions,
Of my youthful soul fleeting away,
As it grows older in this world.

The picture is clear,
That this world is in a messy twirl,
Economics,
Politics,
Religions,
States,
Individuals,
And our planet,
Are all vulnerable to chaos,
And as I grow older,
The hope within me is slowly losing its momentum,
The hope to make sense of it all,
The hope to find the honest truth.

The picture is clear,
The truth is near,
Somewhere deep within my soul,
A part I still haven't reached,
And the hope lingers within me,
That if I'll ever find it,
If I'll ever embrace it,
If I'll ever have the courage to accept it

However,
My hope for our earth maintains it course,
Driven by my rationale,
And that is,
If we've come this far in history with chaos dancing,
Around every corner,
Then where could we be tomorrow,
With peace standing by our side?