My Creativity

The building blocks of life are what,

a cell unseen deep within a man?

Or are they made of memories tune

from some happy moment in distant lands?

We look for truth far beyond our sight,

and we worry of being better then we once were.

But what of the sun rising on the beach,

or the beauty found in the music that stirs

our hearts in ways that no sight can give,

and far greater then what we can learn in a class.

We cannot forget that our souls need to be free,

and look beyond the mistakes that we’ve made in the past.

Don’t take the part of me that makes me laugh

that gives expression to my mind.

For in looking beyond what makes life worth breath

you could leave all creativity far behind.

November 23rd, 2007