Don't Slow Down

Well.
I'm sitting in a library.
Because obviously, that's where spiffy people hang out on Wednesday evenings.
This is a true fact.

And age is a crippler.

But most things are good.
And this is really cliche, but I'm thinking the library is stifling my "creative vibes"
Or something to that effect.
Maybe I should rant about something?
Maybe I shouldn't.
What's there to say that hasn't been said.
Answer: Nothing.

Or so it may seem,
Words have all been used.
Unless you're Shakespeare or Dr. Seuss.
Then you've gotten to the point where you can come up with your own words
And people are just fine with that.
Everything is just peachy if you're Shakespeare or Dr. Seuss.

But for the rest of us lowly folk.
We have to deal with mushing words together in many overly used expressions and hope
That nobody notices how drab our speech patterns are.
Because really, there is no such thing as original thought.
Just creative thought.
A way to rearrange things that's aesthetically pleasing and sounds inventive.

Oh, hey look...
I did rant.
And wow, that may be one of the more intelligent things that I've said all day.
Because today hasn't been a very intelligent day.

Days do not have IQs.
That was rather ridiculous of me,
But I suppose you know what I mean.
At least, I can only hope as much.

I'll probably be back here later.
Because there are more things to be said,
But they're silly and lovey and I don't want to bore you now.
I've given you forewarning.
So. Return if you please.