I’m told to be creative
Once again I tell myself, it starts now
I’m told to really live
Once again I ask myself, how?
Think, speak, listen, see, hear
Is that how I let my spark come out?
By letting my spirit run near?
Do I just let it follow its own route?
Finding a creative flame
Shouldn’t be that hard
Finding my true name
This shouldn’t be something that’s scarred
I’ve got the answer
Experience, experience, experience
That’s what marks my spark
That’s what takes out the dark
Mysterious, mysterious, mysterious
To get the glow, the glitter, the shine
Must be shown through the past
To get out all the dull, the sad, the whine
Must be shown through it all until the very last
I’m told to be creative
I tell myself I know how
I’m told to really live
I tell myself it can finally start now
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