The creative mind
is a beast never still
a nervous high strung fish
that swims in a restless sea
forever searching
chasing thought worms
which may not come to be
it needs waves of ideas
to spin it round and round
the ocean of its notions
would dry up on solid #ground

As I look out at the river in Hoi An,
As the mosquitoes eat me alive,
I wonder why I gave up on my dream so easily,
Does society **** it out of you?
Want you to conform to it's working patterns?
Of course it does,
Society does not care much for dreams,
Except for material ones,
Houses, cars, possessions,
It likes those dreams,
They keep it bloated,
It does not much like creations,
Or the creators that create them,
Those that give birth to something out of nothing do not feed it,
Sometimes they even harm it.
Thus we must fight for our dreams,
We will rarely feel fulfilled,
We will rarely feel successful,
For society does not want us to.
We must help each other.

The stars in the sky, they seem to sear
They are pasted onto a charred black canvas
It's only a matter of time until the glue melts
And what then?-
I think it will rain molten glue
And when it falls,
Who shall it mutilate?
Who shall it blind?
Who shall it bind together?