Poetry

My Journey Lies Elsewhere

The dark depths of content creation

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Dedicated to content creators.

Stories told for meaning have no meaning
For those who need it.
How can art be judged by those who
Know nothing about said art?
Does a hamster know Picasso?
Or an ant Monet?

The scariest part is not knowing.
Can I believe that which I can’t see?
Can I trust that which I can’t hear?
Can I dedicate myself to helping someone
Who has no incentive to help me?

I connect with others in solidarity
Attempting to know the unknowable
But I struggle with denial all the same.
Where does it end?

Lofty goals of promise and riches
seem contradictory to the reality of the situation.
A moment of lapse in judgment equals
A missed opportunity
A missed check
A missed creator who goes unheard, unnoticed,
unimportant.