The Lost Starry Sky

The Lost Starry Sky

A black blanket above me, with small spots - the stars,

Some twinkling, some shooting, looking as though at wars;

Far off, I hear the sea roar,

And occasionally tearing blanket a shooting star soar;

As it where it where to teach me!

Giving me the freedom - The white dots on a black paper;

With my creative ink - draw I could, linking the dots;

Not bound only by my thoughts,

I created structures in the sky;

With just dots and my creative eye.

My childlike innocence today looks like nonsense!

A busy day, and a tiered night

Within the four wall I see no light!

My bound mind's eye, - Now sees no more;

The structures I created are just a thought turned sore;

Evaluating today, I create;

I say some good, some bad; some possible some difficult;

The sieve of prudence, and convention has just let go of the fluid mind;

All I have today is bound by the routine, the definite; limiting me!

No dots to connect, all I look at today is only walls that bind

- Chi

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In this poem, I have tried to get to the table 2 aspects which I closely feel about

1. The lost child hood creativity and it being replaced by the routine life of a grown up
2. The Evaluative Mindset of a grown up which kills our joy of creatively looking at the situation we are in