countless times
i abandoned creativity
left it to collect dust
in the caves of my inner thoughts.
its body lay on the streets
spectators watch the carnage
happy it's not them
they keep it moving
stepping over the chalk outline
of my imagination.
the safety protocol kicks in
after an unset period of time
one persistent line
rises from the mud
sticks itself into the ear drum
and bangs until i listen.
so i pay attention
regroup
focus on the routines that make me successful
then i shake off complacency
and get back to work.
