Fantasizing, daydreaming of things yet to come that we will
one day bring about through a creative process developed by
intellect itself.
Adjusting and figuring out details in moments of isolation
and silent quiet, thinking and pondering it all through music
and rhythms, forsaking conventional ways of doing it.
Those ways of old are always crammed in tight-fitting boxes,
no room to form new ideas, concepts, patterns or designs, so
step outside the box and explore new possibilities.
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