The ideas flow but your stale.
Your mind races but you can’t tell.
Whether you call it a high or call it a low.
The fact is, the creativity machine’s ready to go.
While the idyllic set resolutions… you vow not.
Instead, committing to properly plot.
The road ahead may be bright. It could be bleak.
One thing’s for certain, the opportunity’s neat.
Reset the brain. Drain the mundane.
Get on your high horse or go insane.
And though it may not mean much.
You’ll again find— to write is a crutch.
To dream is to be.
And maybe tomorrow, this sets you free.