BlancaMarina

So much talent, And I know I have the energy I see beauty in everything. In every blade of grass In every piece of trash, I see intricacy. The problem is finding the time, The time to create. But I have so much time I find it hard to concentrate. I get an epiphany, and soon after Bombarded with another There’s no time, No time to enunciate. So maybe I’m just a genius, With so many ideas That I just can’t finish the first, Second, Third… Wait! That’s a good idea! Continue… it’s gone. Goodness, it’s hard to Succeed When you feel overwhelmed. Overwhelmed by the inconsistency. No need to rhyme and prose. What’s so fun about conformity? Until professor wants you to feel that He knows. Then you dot your i’s and cross your t’s And let him know you won’t move those toes! You are rooted and you won’t stop. NO! We won’t adhere to your set format! And yes! We will write crazy nonsense that will make your brain fry. But what is life and love without liberty? Create with Integrity! Honesty! Simplicity! Incorruptibility! Purity. But write it down, Because in the end You have idea one, two and three With the ending you never created.