What is this feeling?
This desire to create?
Why won't it go away?
No matter how hard I work
Or how hard I don't,
It assaults me every night.
In every lonely moment,
On every stroll it's with me.
In every dream it haunts me.
Why can't I create beauty?
I'm told it's in here somewhere,
Locked up, locked away.
How do I free it?
Even when I write this I know it's boring, self righteous;
How do I free myself?
How do I sate this feeling.
Jul 4, 2017
Jul 4, 2017 at 12:08 PM UTC
What is this feeling?
This desire to create?
Why won't it go away?
No matter how hard I work
Or how hard I don't,
It assaults me every night.
In every lonely moment,
On every stroll it's with me.
In every dream it haunts me.
Why can't I create beauty?
I'm told it's in here somewhere,
Locked up, locked away.
How do I free it?
Even when I write this I know it's boring, self righteous;
How do I free myself?
How do I sate this feeling.
give my head peace