On Oceans of Blue

the creative bug
she climbs in my mind
spins a web
of no particular design
it’s been so long since
I’ve seen her
Felt her
known her
but she has returned
It’s all a scramble
so this will sound like a ramble
But we’ll work it out
she and I
We always do
The words are spinning
threading together
I can’t figure out how
You see, it’s out of my hands
It’s all in my mind
Which makes me sound crazy
but what artist is sane?
this creative bug
I’ve tried to satisfy her
but she has an unquenchable thirst
I’ve tried painting
I’ve tried drawing
I’ve tried writing
You see where that gets me
It gets me insane
Oh bug!
Can’t we resolve this conflict?
This inner war?
“But why would we do that for?
I help you release
I help you understand
when you’re really going loco
I bring you back to land
I know it seems like I give you the wings
but what goes up must come down
you fly and you soar
and it’s out of your system
so your feet hit the sand
and you splash in the ocean
then get back to every day business
you need me, my dear
I muddle your head
so your head will stay clear”
I hadn’t thought of it that way
I suppose it’s alright
to take a mental trip every once and a while
the layers of creativity are being pulled back
to reveal underneath
the short amount of time I will be on this earth
with both feet