Contemplation

[Razard86]

You are that which I do daily,

sometimes I can snatch something novel,

other times I feel lost in some circular never ending hovel,

you repeat yourself in unique ways,

constantly looking to reinforce okays,

when the real challenge is dropping the past and focusing on todays,

I don't want the spiral to trap how I see,

I wiggle constantly to break free,

endeavoring constantly to create a new me, 

yet I cannot escape that pull for long,

some how this remixed tune is the same song,

who knew creativity could be a black hole,

that its riches must be fought in the cold,

I realize I'm just a wellspring of experience to mold,

constantly trying and searching for my contribution to the fold,

this path shall be eternal, toiling in my little kernal,

but true action, where fore will it come?

When intuition, applauding past efforts, believes contemplating is done,

how does it know? It knows not the time of its arrival, 

but it knows not to be a repeat patterned revival,

it knows when thought processes must seppuku,

and create the finish line to walk through,

such is the adventure of the contemplative creator,

always checking on how to ascend greater.