I sometimes think upon questions asked

Of creators like me, who make an easy task

Out of making innovative ideas and notions

That propel this world into progressive motion.

 

Many people cannot help but wonder how

Certain individuals have a knack for making the future now,

Accomplishing feats unimaginable

And colonizing places once uninhabitable.

 

There come times when I myself am amazed

At my own works, which have been praised

By supportive audiences ever astounded

At this developing world that I have founded.

 

When thinking on what promotes me

To do what I do, which is done with glee

I envision an entire society deprived

Of the creative genius that makes it alive.

 

I consider the great injustice that would be done

If world-changers ignored the fun

Of challenging themselves to explore

An infinite realm that we cannot ignore.

 

Just what would happen

If our diligence began to slacken

And what could've been never was

Rendering our goals to be a hazy fuzz?

 

Great characters would be denied existence,

As authors would lose their persistence

In developing classic tales

That provide the vessels of our minds with smooth sails.

 

Advancements in medical sciences would be halted,

Leaving our planet unpleasantly salted

With diseases and ailments left unresolved

On a planet whose progress has gradually devolved.

 

The comfort that countless readers once had

In reading uplifting words when sad,

Would have been lost because writers and poets

Are erased from the earth as we know it!

 

I cannot help but produce and write

Because I desire to serve as a guiding light

To the illusioned people who groan and mope

As if there exists no hope.

 

I have an understanding that there is too much within me

To selfishly hold it all internally,

Never putting forth the effort to set it free

And watch as it transforms lives exceptionally.

 

I also cannot afford to stop

Because there are others who never cease to mop

The grime of ignorance and misconception

That resonates when visionaries lose perception.

 

Together, we form one heart, soul, and mind

Pressing steadily onward to leave behind

All that attempts to hold us back

And subject the world of tomorrow with a crippling attack.

 

Our gifts are what make us who we are

And drive us to travel to places afar.

When someone reaches a destination inconceivable,

It always makes even further journeys believable.

 

Such achievements are guaranteed to induce

Us creators to make it through.

Why do I produce?

Because others do.