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Rachael Walters
We wish to create, but we work;
droning on through the day for pay.
Productivity's dead, creativity will lurk.
We trek on daily through life's murk
and abandon the places where passions lay.
We wish to create, but we work.
Stress we embrace, art we shirk;
we do what we 'must' everyday.
Productivity's dead, creativity will lurk.
We turn on art, that's our quirk.
No time for wants; “tomorrow” we say.
We wish to create, but we work.
If life is murdered, work wields the dirk,
and with it, us it will slay.
Productivity's dead, creativity will lurk.
When inspiration strikes, us it will irk.
It is the tiger, we are its prey.
We hope to create, yet we work.
Productivity has died, but creativity lurks.