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.