-KE UP
All the stalling in the world
kept falling into place.
Covered my wounds.
Didn't show my face.
Didn't show what I could become,
what I had....
Just because perfection
drove me a bit mad.
It was all there.
It was all present, to begin with.
But...
It wasn't what I wanted.
It wasn't without sin.
It was some sort of.... Blockade.
It was some sort of wall
that wouldn't let me move forward
wouldn't let me crawl,
telling me instead to spin my pencil,
for theatrics.
Saying, yeah, it'll come soon.
It'll make an appearance.
WAKE UP
All the while, hearing the the back of my head,
"No, not this one.
Gonna spare the world that one.
No, not at all.
We're gonna watch other people's work
instead of finishing this perfectly good piece.
Because it's not perfect enough.
Every word needed to
be better than the last.
Every project needed to be grander,
needed to show more.
You know what?
Screw that.
This piece written?,
I didn't even write it.
I threw the script away.
And today?
Today, I'm gonna say, "Okay,
we're going to do this MY way,
we're going to just let it be.
Let it be and see what it CAN be."
The words that flow
out of my mouth
get directly recorded,
even if the tools
I would rather have
can't be afforded.
We're just going to let things
HAPPEN.
We're gonna let inspiration STRIKE.
We're gonna.
And it's gonna be alright.
Because there are failures to be had.
And if I have to?
I'll have all of them.
I'll fall with the flow of them
and understand what I'll did wrong.
Because otherwise?
I'm doomed.
I'm doomed to just stand here,
spinning my pencil.
Saying, "When the perfect first word comes,
I'll write it,
.... And then wait for the second."
WAKE UP.
All the while,
watching the rain fall,
when I could have taken a picture of it.
All the while,
just...
sitting here.
Denying the forward motion,
because it decided that,
"Maybe I should take five
from this lunatic.
Maybe I should breath,
maybe I should hang myself over a cliff,
and see if inspiration strikes me, at least."
Because the artist isn't doing anything.
And for forward motion to take place,
it needs a push.
WAKE UP.
The world that I want to create...
It's all in there.
All the words, all the images
that I would ever want to see....
It's all in there.
It just needs to be done.
So, suddenly?
I will break.
Break the silence
that has surrounded me,
break all the quiet.
break...
this place I'm in.
I'll break it with my own ambition,
Because, ambition demands that I strike.
So...
I strike.
