Trying to stand
As Earth pulls you down
While you carry the sky
On your shoulders, your brow
Is furrowed in focus
There’s more to be done
Just staying alive
Is the bare minimum
A Poetic Dive into the Creative Unconscious
Trying to stand
As Earth pulls you down
While you carry the sky
On your shoulders, your brow
Is furrowed in focus
There’s more to be done
Just staying alive
Is the bare minimum