Creativity
Creative
Some days I am a thinker stuck in a worker’s world,
A pontificator and procrastinator with no clear sense or goal,
I am lost in my thoughts, unavailable for meetings,
Even when I am in one.
Some days I am a dreamer stuck in a sleepless night,
I’m lost and tired and weary, blinded by office lights,
I long for open mountain passes, highways or infinity,
Not a wooden desk.
Some days I am a runner chained up to a chair,
Both longing and exhausted for a road at which to tear,
I am privilege and luck though this does not comfort me,
Even when I’m running.
Some days I’m a musician or poet playfully,
I am the embodiment of passion, love and feeling free,
I need to make something out of nothing to survive,
I am a creative.
Copyright © Benjamin J Martin | Year Posted 2023
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