A multitude of marvelous manifestations of my musings
Flit around my mind as if the sun was cycling
across my kaleidoscope eye

Unfortunately the florescent fixtures in my dwelling fail to facilitate my fantasies 
The paints in front of me are crusted over and my brushes crunch
A canvas and glue and wood and screws
Require a trip to the store 
And money I don’t have 
Suddenly my motivation is gone

The ideations of my imagination remain inconceivably intangible

To me, it seems my creativity is impassive
where I wish it were insatiable