MagentaCooly

Creativity. Lord, take it away. I can’t live if I can’t create. Lord, give it back. I can’t live if I can’t create. I couldn’t live if I couldn’t create? If I couldn’t create. Where would I be if I couldn’t create? Would I do something fun? Would I meet new people? Would I cease all this self-conscious nonsense? Where would I be if I couldn’t create. Where would I be if I couldn’t create? Would I be on my own? Would I be alone? Would I have a friend I could share my interests with? Where would I be if I couldn’t create. “Where,” indeed. I’d likely be exactly where I am. Productive in one sense. Stagnant in another. Moving in one direction while going nowhere. Where would I be if I couldn’t create. Where, oh, where. Am I here? Am I there? Where? This burden is too much for one to carry. Why would You bestow it upon me? I abuse it daily. I don’t know how to use it. How can I bring glory to The Creator when my own creativity fizzles out so easily? It drives me mad. My mind, urging