Elevated thinking, higher beings, hidden meanings,
That which what links freethinking to creative process,
My muse has taken me hostage.
Clichés that thrive in spiritual belief set the mind in premature grief,
With an element, that makes creativeness freezing,
Cutting down young one's hope and dreaming,
Taken in the shadow of time like a thief.
Shall we have an epoch of originality?
Though there is no such thing in reality.
A letter to a generation,
Let us turn a leaf,
A new era of living,
A new mind to creation.
My mind has taken me hostage,
It will fly until the fog clears and the frost has subsided.