The waters of limitation
Flood the once bright and shining halls
of My Creativity and Hope
A life which weighs more than one can lift
You fear your mind shall snap loose and you will hang from a rope.
Life has so many fish swimming the same routine.
Try the same artistic road on which you travel.
Your eyes witness so many of these other fish receiving extra help and strength to finish what they had started.
Should you go on? Are you "inventive and original?"
Or are you a "copy" and "unworthy of such aid?"
Is your career the "Dearly Departed?"
Use the last remaining strength to hold on through the empty nights
and non-productive moments when your creativity is called
Your assets are growing low
You never seem to ever obtain the tools to continue your destiny.
Growing weary...the doubt starts to flood your lungs.
Breathing in fluids and choking...
Rather than shining..on stage... leading the show.