In realms where red tape weaves its binding net,
And countless forms would cage the daring soul,
There blooms a garden few can e'er forget,
Where tides of inspiration freely roll.
No bureaucrat can halt the soaring flight
Of thoughts that break beyond the gilded cage,
Nor quench the flames that bathe the mind in light,
Igniting dreams that dance upon the page.
Within each heart, a universe resides,
Where constellations of ideas ignite,
No office walls can stem the vibrant tides,
Or shade the stars that emanate such light.
Let spirits soar, unbound by earth or sky,
For creativity can never die.
By
/ November 25, 2024 
