Smashing
Statues
The curse
of creativity is proportionality
At those
depths in hell you’ll find functionality
Emotions
that drive to extremes
Concretes
from those abstracts are your screams
Energy
must out or destruction is its clout
All is
potential that makes its way
Of the
self variety you’ll learn to play
First
inkling you’ll have is when it’s a dark day
There’s no choice for its random selection
You are or you aren’t one of dereliction
That inherent rebellion is an electrical connection
Can’t be harnessed but only channeled in a direction
But never enough for addiction is the overflow
Frustration is another wave that attacks to overthrow
So anger rises and its time to let the mind emotion flow
Through your fingers the creation juices glow
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