Anchors me back into reality;
When there are so many internal mental forces,
Dictating where my time goes,
—Once I’ve come out of one particular brain state,
Whether it’s anxious, unfocused, lethargic,
When trying to follow structure involves too many demands at the moment,
When lacking a structure leaves me feeling empty, once I can snap out of OCD,
(Finding some middle-ground was never my natural state),
At the end of all of that—
Creativity brings me back into reality;
There, I’ve created this,
It’s brought this moment significance,
I’ve fulfilled some of my long-standing desire,
I’ve put flesh on the bones of who I am— reaching out to people positively;
Sure, this particular one isn’t some masterpiece,
It’s not an amazing work of creativity,
—But it’s a demonstration of the principle.
Where else could I go next?
Mars, Pluto, the next galaxy?
So many wondrous worlds already known,
Others not discovered yet,
Still more not yet created,
All lacking flesh on their bones.