Creativity’s Anaesthetic
by Courtney and Brenden Haueter (mostly Brenden)
Rain glistens on each blade
Emerald green flows further than my eyes will see
Gardenias float aloft on spring breezes
Daydreams, my reality shade
Hushed whispers tip-toe past
Keyboards sing a studious melody
The Windows symbol nonchalantly explores my screen
The sun, long shadows cast
No inspiration floods my mind
Innumerable tasks dam creativity
Deadlines pull with lead-like weight
No retreat, for which I pine
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