It matters not what others think

or to what depths they choose to sink.

What matters is the things I know;

those things that let my juices flow.

Creativity, the constant fire;

the beauty of its cleansing pyre.

Creativity, once set free

reminds just who I can be.

But when it’s stifled by “The Rules”

we blunder like a pack of fools.

So I let my imagination wander far;

forgetting where the rule books are.

Walking instead on mountains high

where head and heart can reach the sky.

It’s there, when deep in contemplation

I find my truth – my inclination.