Killing The Artist




Imprisoned soul
The infinite night
What is one to do
If nothing is right?
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Day in day out
Slave labor done
Appreciation is
Yet to come
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The years have passed
Like fleeting ghosts
Where is the place
That lets me grow?
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Tolerate
Not celebrate
Are you
Production work equals
Assembly line woes
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The message published
On button click
Business as usual
On our end
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New thoughts killed
No place for innovation
There is no time
For thought-provoking creation
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A night owl can’t shine
During daylight hours
Disbelieving is futile
That’s where it’s rooted
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A creative human
Becoming machine
It’s time to stop staring
At the screen
— — — — — — — — —
Do as we please
And get the job done
No assets, no specs,
No time
High expectations
On the assembly line
— — — — — — — — —
No questions asked
Hephaestus can’t rise
It’s time to authorize
A new sunrise


Manuela Williams: Mom + creative explorer, fascinated by the human experience. Drawn to adventure, tangible skills, and creative tech. https://500px.com/p/manuela_williams


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