Most of my life I have lived in an empty room
Where my creativity was allowed to bloom
My mind saved me from loneliness and dark things
By giving me creative wings
So I could fly in my mind and taste the wonders of worlds unknown
Trapped in an empty room, but my soul freely roamed
Ever in meditative thought and quiet
My soul could choose peace or riot
Flying through the landscape with the crows and piets
Sitting with gargoyles on church spires or observing a fairies diet
The empty room was just transport for me
To teleport me to worlds you cannot see
The things I write, they are real to me
But not in a form of tangibility
You get to know what I’ve experienced when I write
Which is why copycats cannot have my light
They’ve never experienced what I had
Not a morsel or a tad
You can’t steal another person’s life
To showcase it like a cake slice
When you don’t have the ingredients to bake it so
Hence why your work will never glow
You are not my mind and I am not not yours
Go to your own empty room and find your own doors
For my worlds are my destiny, my homes and my right!
Find your own worlds, to your own delight!
Shake off your need for greed and for gold
Set your soul free, the one that you have sold
Fly into your own wonders and worlds and more
And you will find that your creativity will soar
Do not invade my worlds and mind
They are my haven, to me they’re assigned!
My empty room is filled with abundance
I dislike how people and AI try enforce its redundance!
My empty room is mine and mine alone
It is the transport to the worlds I have flown!