From The Lab

Creative Chaos

The unsatisfied artist,
The trails of thought,
Leading to hidden paths,
Seemingly for naught,
The muse remains buried,
Lost in the mind's folds,
It cannot be forced,
Out of the creator's soul,
Comes whimsy and wonders,
Of all shapes and sizes,
In forms of frustrations,
And other such disguises,
Where nothing is what it seems,
When first it unfurls,
And the most realistic art,
Comes from an abstract world.