Elucidating Questions

How do you stop creating?

Once I started

There hasn’t really been an end

Creating endlessly

Does it even reach?

Is there even a point, I wonder?

But I don’t know anything else

All the songs I made that never were heard

Yarn things

I’m missing out

On life

With this creation pouring from me

As if it’s searching for the same things as me

Are they in the deep with us?

In this place where I hold my breath longer than possible

A whale would drown here

Trying to connect it to something

Just became an empty cry

Will we ever find the answers?

If creating led to good things

Does that mean I just haven’t created enough?

I suppose what you create has to be good

Ah, how fitting

If we are the Rose

I wonder if we will ever bloom

Certainly the thorns

But the flowers?

The beauty?

Maybe I liked the contrast

Between me and it

Like how the grass says it’s Summer but the sky says it’s early Fall

The differences

The similarities

If you’d just say my name and bring me to life

There has to be a place

Where you’d say my name