REBIRTH

A blank canvas...

to begin, to expire,

& all in between;

To be born & to die,
all by the pen.

But to those were not born into this world,

it is a struggle.

They see this world as fickle,

fleeting, & passé.

To them, it is a waste;

of time,

of money,

& space.

They do not understand

that, without the brave ones,

there would be no time,

or money,

or space.

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Because to create, is to live

-But to be alive, is to experience;

To experience this creativity.

To hear it, smell it, touch it, feel it;

To let it consume you, in all that you do;

The only rule

is to let go.

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But they do not understand,

& never shall.

To them, it is black & white;

right & wrong;

good & bad.

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Thus,

they retreat into their own world;

isolated from ours.

I used to be one of them; we all did,

in one era or the other

of our lives.

My only grievance is that it was voluntarily.

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The brave ones refuse to go down

without a fight,

But I did.

I gave up the world of the reckless

I gave up a part of my soul,

For the sake

of them.

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The pure freedom of being able

to do what I want,

say what I want,

& be whoever I damn well wish to be;

Submerged,
till it

drowned

Under the crippling weight
of 'the real world'.

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