The Centripetal Movement to an Unreachable Truth
By Scarlett Wendt
The Centripetal Movement to an Unreachable Truth
By Scarlett Wendt
For why?
For why do I create?
Is it the desire to achieve more?
Tis it the worms in my mind?
Is it the human design?
For why?
For why do I create?
The hope to become something?
The hope to appease the perfectionist inside?
The hope to find a purpose?
For why?
For why do I create?
Is it because of the innate dreams?
Is it because of the doodles on sticky notes?
Is it because of the daydreams in math class?
For why?
For why do I create?
The dreams?
The stashed thoughts in my mind?
The little dances?
The songs?
The reach for a world far, far away?
For why?
For why do humans create?
To replicate a god?
To replicate the mind?
To expand one's own mind?
For Why?
The hope to find a purpose.
To understand these feelings
To answer these questions.
Why?
For me.
Hiya!
Thank you for reading my poem, I really appreciate it. A little bit about me: my name's Scarlett, i'm in the 9th grade. I enjoy writing shorts stories that are fantasy and horror themed. My biggest inspiration for this piece is my corkboard that has a collage of my artwork. Let's not forget the song I was listening to: To All the Dancers of the World, A Round Form of Fantasy by Sweet Trip.
This poem wouldn't have come to light if it weren't because of procrastinating to finish my geography presentation.