Creativity is rebellion
Cast away among us is a loose cannon
Waiting, waiting to be expressed
Why not reveal your colour pallet, I ask?
They are gate keepers waiting for my brush
Hoarding, hoarding my ability to explore
Lurking in the waters of lack
But the mother comes in with a gourd
Waiting on those drank with folly
For the very act of insolence
How on earth do you own what thy not create?
Living backwards in the gallows of hell
Eating out of the creativity of her children
Stagnant is the mind of a man in the know
For knowledge is a dangerous ledge of woe
Steep enough for the fall down low
Now the net that was cast out fishes not
For the children know their rights to creativity
Bringing in a new sun of individual rebellion
In search for a paint brush
You have read this far in search of your own paint brush. The only way we can all get out of this current mess is to claim the paint that is rightfully ours. Cease the fear of ages, for it is outdated. Though indoctrination has removed any individuality that you once claimed in your infancy, it isn’t too late.
Instead of wasting away on the streets in the riots’ chariot, waste away in the basket of your creative muse. For the very act of rebellion by riots is organised and lacks individuality. Individuality is how you explore you, the essence that is only unique to you. Cease the mob and join the loner within. Kindle the fire of creativity in the very rebellion of your soul.
Only follow the footsteps of those that have dared to be individuals, that is why history is about them. They weren’t popular to start with as they had to go against the grain of the status quo. In individuality, you learn to dance to your own tune even no one else is dancing.
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