Stimulation of Creation

by Ryder Ottolini

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I finally find a moment to pause and unwind
All my thoughts simmer away except for one
What is my objective? What is it I should find?
I feel a flood of thoughts, and anxiety starting to run

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All of humanity is designed to create
We’re all meant to love, explore, and communicate
I know I’m capable of making some of the best
That’s what gives me this flood and warmth in my chest

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I think of creating, I sense fireworks through my body
But it all feels trapped within a skull
It’s all filtered through, to the outside world
It all becomes gray, bland, and dull

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Is my skull holding all the creations within?
Or am I simply just not letting it through?
Maybe by habitual norm, we learn to keep it hid
I need to let surge, it’s all starting to brew

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I escape and vanish from this spiritual prison
I will not stop, I won’t hesitate
Not caring if I drown, I dive right in
I will naturally adapt, and start to create