I sit alone
Waiting
Pondering
Will inspiration
Be at my beck and call
Will I be able?
To let go of this energy
This light that cries out
To be free from this cage
I smile at myself
I smile at this place
I smile at the wonder
That's inside us all
Creativity
An inspiration on life
Flock to the masses
The masses of light
We are the penmanship
That the creator
As given to thee
To write our epochs
On the canvas of life
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Sometimes I have writers block (lots of times) and creativity is the only thing which keeps me collectivly under presure. A charming write to the muse in the brain.