And then it’s like
Well what do you do instead
Of feel, what do you do
Instead of be crushed by the wheel?
Do you drink?
Do you smoke?
Do you go on a walk
And never stop…?
Do you forest gump it or do you
Become a business mogul?
What do you do
To escape the way you feel?
To me, the feelings are inescapable. They come
From inside, and I am cursed to listen to them so
I write, I play, I draw, I create
As a method of delaying the inevitable
At least when I’m frustrated
By what I can’t do
I’m not being drowned by the feelings
That I can’t control, you can always
Create a more manageable, more enriching obstacle.
I am not a creative because I like
Arts and crafts and shit out my ass
I am a creative for survival.