The ability to create is so beautiful
To press fingers onto paper; silk, your temple
And spontaneously,
With our sacred souls
Blossom there wholly new creations
How unfortunate
I think
To find that the same species who creates
Is the same one who measures
And who decides
When and how things should be created
We praise what is new
And look over what is cliche
But shouldn’t a cliche
Be but a celebration
A connection
Of how similar we all are?
But nevertheless,
The mind becomes bored.
Humans and CrEaTivTY
