It had been years.
My creative self,
hidden, ignored and dusted,
solemnly approached,
wandered
from one thought to another.
Waited in anticipation
to be touched upon.
Yet,
here I laid,
disillusioned,
content with the course
my life was embarking upon.
Fooling myself
with the belief that
this was the focused me,
aiming to reach
for the skies.
(c) boringbug
The boring bug 
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