Head starting to hang down
Eyes closing
Drifting away
To slumber
It's calling
But once more
I push
To make sure
I'm creating something new
And not being wasteful with my days
I want to be as creative as possible
Because if i don't create, what's my true purpose as a writer?
I'm here to shake the hourglass, not watch it fill up
I'm here to make the comet deflect in new ways, not let it zoom past me
I got mad respect for people who persist in low strides
So i want to at least have a fraction of their story
Despite it contrasting significantly
I want to subliminally
Blow the world's minds
By writing each line
Feeling so immensely divine
Compact thoughts are now released
Watch averageness decease