184. Project 

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, 

I know. 

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) 


2 Comments Add yours

  1. Marta Frant says:

    I work, therefore I am.
    Nice poem.
    Keep going.

    Liked by 1 person

    1. eliwoodbine says:

      Thanks for the kind words Marta. I feel that perhaps our meaning is found through work, work which enlightens us to our purpose. Eli.

      Liked by 1 person

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