No Limits

Got an A on this packet for my Creative Writing class. This is the first poem in it. It's a motivational one about myself and where I'm going.

“No Limits”

 

It’s been so long but I feel right at home

When I get to work in my studio

I can do anything I want

I have talents to use

And no rules to follow

The time is now

Yet the moment is mine

 

I hold a new fountain pen in my hand, an old notebook in my lap

My paintbrush, my canvas

My song, my instrument

I remember I am an artist

A musician

I am the conductor and you the passenger,

The audience

Hold on tight

I’m fueling this train of thought

And it’s about to go off the rails

 

Hear I am free. I am free here.

I can take us anywhere

Like the inscapes of my mind

This is a place where I can be

Everything I am and everything I’m not

Happy

Limitless

Whatever I say I am

 

I don’t know where we’re going

All I know is we’re going fast

I see a fork up ahead

Except this one has three roads

I take the road least travelled

And it has made all the difference

It is nothing I expected

And everything I wanted

 

In my special place I feel at ease

Same as when I wake up

To the smell of fresh coffee

Things are just coming to me

So easily

Watch the pen glide back and forth

Like a conductor’s baton

Or a cloud up above

 

Touching words come pouring down onto the page

A cleansing rain on my own Camp Green Lake

After a hundred-year drought

Rain, rain, don’t go away

What must I do to make you stay?

Hear what I can do, see what I can say

This is just a taste of what I can make

 

It gives me an adrenaline rush to know

I can let my inhibitions go

And just let my mind flow

Gently down the stream of consciousness

Until my ideas hit the dam wall

And I need to wait

Wait for the next wave of ideas to hit me…

 

It’s been so long but I don’t want to go home

When I realize what I can accomplish

I get that familiar feeling

That feeling of greatness

I touch the sky

Like the sun

I can do what I’m able to everyday

Forever

Only forever isn’t long enough

 

I need much more time

Because there is always something to do

Everytime I want to come here

I have something to finish

And everytime I do come here

I have something to start

A canvas to paint

A song to play

A passenger to entertain

And an audience to move