Out of dirt from the collective spool

It was so hard to have believed the fate?

Create

Through wandering portals locked away in clay formation intact

Working too hard can give anyone a heart attack ?

A little chasing after the wind inside,

Lest, to where it is I shall begin in sight,

Yet it doesn't fit in well with what you teach & say.

It doesn't help that were inconsistent,

They only need a small excuse to put us all away!

Create & initiate goals to seek to aspire to grow,

You have every inclination by which to ponder to know;

Truest talent if not used is just wasted talent swept under the rug?

Create is a choice,

Some may even claim it doesn't have to be that way,

To initiate develop & maintain,

While the whole wide world outside goes totally insane!

Yet the Late Bob Ross for example the painter used to spend his time in create,

Such as a blank canvas with a brush,

Not ever having to be in such a melodramatic type rush,

A pull at the heart may just light that inner spark?

To what it was I have been waiting for,

My words create a given chance in advance;

Perhaps for some the opportunity for just a little romance ?

In hidden twilight a brush of Autumn hue,

What is one simply to do ?

Maybe a poem in consecrated lavender dew ?

Everything in this life begins with a thought or idea.

Yet what good is an idea if one never writes it down ?

So change your thinking & change your life,

Create!