In this world, creation is a rarity. Is it that people refuse? Do they block out their senses? Or is it that we can't? Can we no longer create things for ourselves? A poem about opening your eyes to the inspiration around us.
In this world, creation is a rarity. Is it that people refuse? Do they block out their senses? Or is it that we can't? Can we no longer create things for ourselves? A poem about opening your eyes to the inspiration around us.