Creative Salvation

I need poetry right now, not this, reality beyond reason We shovel the ****, waste the resources, despite the season What is life without creative purpose? The equivalent of dull in the excess A factual interpretation of a story already told Nothing left to the imagination, reality has too tight of a hold What are we without dreams of something better? We don’t get the point but we can remember the script letter for letter Where is the passion behind all those blank stares? We get conflict yet we lack the knowledge to truly care It doesn’t seem right, it doesn’t seem fair That’s life though, we get what we get and that’s the fare You can’t create life without suffering; passion is sparked by pain Yet so many waste this spark, working in vain Trying to please those above them Is that the point, to serve another human to reach heaven? It’s a twisted climb to “purity” The logic can be explained but we don’t truly see