AGENDALESS

creativity has no schedule,

no agenda to abide by‐

the chaos and commotion come and go by their own will,

often taking their place, outside of the right time or place‐

stealing my attention from what stands in front of me,

showing me the wonders of worlds that don't exist‐

at times, keeping me from sleep,

displaying wishes and wants that keep the night awake

and at times replaying dreams in the day,

making every thought a slope, slippery and steep‐

in any moment my mind can take me

forward, or back

where the weather is good, or bad

what's to come of it?

another painting of notions and feelings conflicted?

or maybe something light-hearted for once...

and who's to decide whether or not i'll be brought back?

how many times before has my imagination left me lost?

more than once, forced to find myself‐

in the agendaless nature of creativity,

the most unparalleled works of art, come unrehearsed,

not any part of any schedule‐

the "beautiful" disorganization that is the space behind my eyes,

that at times even i, fail to understand,

houses all of what is unplanned and uncalled for‐

all the chaos and commotion that creativity breeds

is sharpest of all double-edged swords,

but with a pen mightier than that,

they write out their own timeline‐

coming and going by their own will,

without a schedule to attend to,

a rather disruptive gift, but‐

that is just creativity's agendaless nature

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