Creativity Found

I have lost the creative spirit
It is as if it has been beaten
by day jobs and meetings,
with it's eyes swelled shut
and it's sitting on a bench in the corner
waiting to be cut.

 Maybe its been pushed down by oppression
Now its locked in depression
Praying and wishing
it could send me a message
through a man with a dream.

 Or maybe it's been locked away,
and it's screaming to be found,
 even though it is chained and bound,
 alone in the dark crying to be free
wishing it had skills like Houdini.
'cause it does not have the key

 Or maybe it's been sleeping
and today begins creeping
the daylight it needs
to awake and be seen
and the beauty seeps in
through the windows again
And now i begin to create and be free