I am prone to overexcitement. There is no doubt about that. Perennially working on a plethora of ever-evolving new projects and ideas, I often find myself creatively exhausted and at a point where not one of my many projects bears fruit. I wanted to write a little poem about what drives me, and why I am seemingly unable to stop.
Success is not even a thing,
Nor is there end to tangible creative,
Don’t aim for idol nor footnote,
I want to give what I am meant to,
But I don’t know.
What I should give,
Nor do I think,
I ever will.
So now I work on everything.
So now, I work, I’m home.
(Photo – Eli Woodbine, Canada, Toronto, 2016)