Unrestrained Artist

One of my older poems. Relates to artists and authors alike.

I woke up today extra early this morning

And opened five projects at the computer, plugging my earbuds in

Its another chance to cross some off my long list

That is full of ideas spinning around my crowded brain

The hours pass by like half-seconds in my head

As I sit surrounded by papers I scribbled on too much

Why won't it respond faster, the computer screen froze?

Guess I will have to start again, another hour gone to waste

I understand that you think I spend too much of my time

Building two-dimensional worlds, manifesting from my mind

Hey do you want to go out somewhere with me?

Just wait as I try to squeeze my notebook and pencils in my bag

Please?

I am sketching out the visions floating in my head

Before too much take up space, before they disappear

How I wish that the days could be much longer

My fingers just cannot work fast enough

My right foot keeps tapping to the music in my brain

So I need to get it out before I entangle it in thoughts

Those simple sentences I just made are spiraling into poems

So I will write them out as well, maybe it will reach you

Those cherry blossoms we saw planted pictures in my dreams

I will paint them out again, spreading the colors across the page

Looks like I am out of paper once again

But my left arm seems clean, so I will write on it instead

So,

I am sketching out the visions floating in my head

Before too much take up space, before they disappear

I keep stepping on my shoelace, and have not eaten yet still

Just leave me alone, I am not quite finished yet

My fingers are black from the pencils and the paint

And I think I hurt my wrist typing "monosyllabic"

I guess I turned my passion into an overbearing chore

But while my body feels like its dying my soul still feels alive

Well,

I stacked my papers away and gathered up my pens

I shut down the monitor and I joined you outside

Perhaps I will take a break and relax my hands for now

But I will draw inside my dreams until I start to scribble all again soon!

Holding the pencil until it breaks my hand

You understand I will never stop, my imaginative heart

Staring at the screen until I go blind

But least can you appreciate my works of art

I am sketching out the visions floating in my head

Before too much take up space, before they disappear

Its a little sad conclusion, but I just wrote a poem on it,

The body has limits but the mind has none