a friends lament

chains of “creativity”
by ms. sabrina lynn

ah the mind is such a shabby thing
when all the heart can do is beat its fists
upon a the silent ears of a lazy mind
and cry for longing to be filled
no hope of that
for it needs cooperation that is nowhere to be found

and yet i cant find it in me to drag my capable hands to their places
and the mind to the right spaces where knowledge is found
for i have no passion in essays that speak of people gone
learn and reflect on the now

let my mind go free onto plains of pondering
into jungles of discovering
but please for the life of me
do not chain me to the repitition of an essay!

why must we be forced to write what others have already said?
about people long since dead?
if everyone has new ideas shouldnt we be allowed to let them all out?
for surely there is greater wealth in the thousand new ideas than the same old few ones that noone cares about anymore

i think that i shall die
forgive my dramatics
but i hate these english acrobatics
so cold and stone and unmolding
never changing for creativity
be creative they say
but they give us chains that say to reapeat what we’ve heard a thousand times
does an overseer tell his workers to continuously build in the same spot when it has already been done to its best capacity?
no, but he tells them to continue on to build new rooms and make it grander!
let us build the world, we’re stuck on the same wall now for decades!