Creative Ideas And The Mountain

Everyday,

I'm imagining and receiving ideas,

Beyond my capabilities,

But who am I,

To restrict myself,

With the thought of what,

I can and cannot do,

Who am I to stop myself,

To imagine whatever I can.

Then, it's an absolute blessing,

To finally be creative again,

After hitting a mountain that blocked me at one point.

I climbed a little bit of it,

Broke a little too,

Sat in front of it,

And starred at it for days and nights on end,

Tried walking around it,

But, eventually,

The mountain itself made a way for me,

Maybe because I didn't give up,

Or maybe because I did.