Carry on

A prose/poem from reality to imagination and the shift from one to the other

Welcome, my friend, to the beast that is my imagination. This beast has no set features that we, humans, can describe; any true characteristics we can classify. The only thing you should know about this beast is that it has a personality all-its-own. Let me put it to you this way: my physical body goes here-and-there in our world, day after day, like each of us. From the neck up, though, in the realm behind my eyes and under my hair, is a palace where the imagination is king, and every day thoughts, sights, sounds, and nightly visits from the dreams aplenty reign supreme. It is indeed my favorite place, if not one of the many, where I prefer to reside. You will find me there, constantly. Waking up almost every day, the one true thing I most want to do is spend hours, or minutes, on-end writing away every thought that came to me the night before 0R pursuing all the words I’ve already written somewhere and let them run riot.

                But in lieu of commemoration and visitations, allow me to provide you a sneak peek what lies inside this beast dwelling inside…

 

                Taken from a Saturday afternoon after another dragging work week…

                Each step taken, every consulting discussion practiced

                The interactions took away part of my being, draining the energy

                Every

                Single

                Day

                The arrival home is the invitation to hit the bed and go

                Blank

 

                It’s not the discussion that gets me

                Nor the lack of knowing or planning

                It’s something bigger, something

                Deeper

                It’s creating a world of convenience

                An existence where most things are based…

                Solely…

                Around instant gratification…tis not the case

                Not always

 

                The moment it cannot be INSTANT�"

                things go south, quickly, far too quickly

 

                Blood is beginning to boil

                Thinking about those lines

                That thinking shall stop

 

                For HD TVs were not born in one day

                “Smartphone” was not even an everyday word a few years back

                …and Rome was not built in a day

                It takes time, people, for things to come to pass

                Allow time to make things happen

                Could do wonders, or so one could think

They roam free

Time to lasso them in

Nurture them

Develop 'em

Make them become something more

Something greater

Something that has meaning and worth

Create! Flourish! Believe!

And prosper with the joy.

Carry on creating, my friends

Carry on

For we are story animals

And we exist to create

And inspire

Because we need to

Because our souls yearn

And because we are filled with passions and emotions

Carry on--carry on