Belief

For many years my belief system has been very strong. Mocked by many, but I held it as my own. I believed strongly in all that i did: the creative arenas and politics. Oddly I still believe this but no longer can see it. It all now seems a fog of sincerity, something one aspires to like being polite or sitting up straight. Congeniality. 

However what i really want to do is shake the world, wake it up from its depressed and deep slumber. But one cannot wake the sleeping when lying amongst the opium flowers. 

I worry for the future, for those who’ll live within the mistakes we have made and continue to make. Our children and theirs will need to be a different breed, of a different mindset and stronger bones. Though I do not know them, my concern runs deep. I want to tell them to stand tall, feel hope as they know will, to own belief and to sleep only when tired. 


I believe strongly in what the creative mind can do. I DO.