“Hopeful Creative…”

In the land of creativity,

Are waves of relativity,

I stand in the middle, holding subjectivity.

I see that, I am held at, in a pool of black.

Standing my ground, floating in the land of creativity, wishing for connectivity…

The higher ground is where I want to be at.

My higher self and purpose…

Instead of this laziness and craziness of a circus.

I want something alive – more people.

This campus is dead.

I dread…