Data Entry: A Poem

A poem about being creative

Data entry
Seems appealing
Relief from thought and constant feeling

But if your brain is wired for new
You'll crave
Expression, color, hue

The artists way, a tricky path
Led by heart
No rules, all craft

Making things
Driving things
Selling things
Hump

Having dreams
Leading teams
Designing schemes
Slump

Take heart, my friend, your work is good
Your labour is your livelihood
A battlefield not understood
By those who fear ideas, who should

But I can see you
Railing on
Creating worlds
That you have drawn

Making a difference
Standing up, proud
Starting from nothing, dreaming aloud

And so we march, hand in hand
We answer to no-one
We're banishing bland

Drawn to this calling, we squirm, we embrace
The risks and the struggles
The fear and the space

For in this work, we find our home
Our truest selves, set free, can roam

Keep going, e hoa
Kia kaha, my friend
With each creation, you extend

A hand to the others
Who travel this road
Inspiring them to follow
Dreams of their own.