Cold, cold logic sets fire to my imagination
Oblivious to the pain, I draw out tears of joy
Nothing can stop me but myself
That’s what makes creating so hard. It’s destroying simple things
Reaching the basic elements and then building complex structures on them
Always digging deeper and climbing higher
Searching for the thing that is always with you
That is the war of the abstract and realism that defines me
Need sleep! Why the hell did I stay up so late last night?
Answers were right in front of him. Well six or so feet below him
Perhaps a short bit of closed eye meditation was deserved after all that work digging
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