The hour is late
Time will not wait --
Will this be my fate?
God forbid I stagnate
The temptation is great --
I must awake to create.
The ideas to date I appreciate
But new ones it's time to create --
The monotony I must escape.
The crooked becomes straight
When I dare to create --
It's beyond debate.
This trait is innate
This trait I activate --
The fire that inspires me to create.
A clean slate
A changed state --
These wait til I create.
When "it" is created
I will be upgraded.
I am meant for something greater.
I am here to be a creator.
© Matt Decker
(Adapted from my poem Cre8)
God forbid I stagnate
The temptation is great --
I must awake to create.
The ideas to date I appreciate
But new ones it's time to create --
The monotony I must escape.
The crooked becomes straight
When I dare to create --
It's beyond debate.
This trait is innate
This trait I activate --
The fire that inspires me to create.
A clean slate
A changed state --
These wait til I create.
When "it" is created
I will be upgraded.
I am meant for something greater.
I am here to be a creator.
© Matt Decker
(Adapted from my poem Cre8)
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