Free spirit

A deluge of information,
A downpour of perceptions,
A torrent of opinions,
And I expend my energy
to fit them into a beautiful narrow bottle.

Filtered by the logical mind,
Sieved by the critical eye,
Morphed by inhibitions,
Treated to mask prejudices,
Refined to avoid conflict,
I fear it will be reduced to a trite concoction,
Devoid of originality and creativity.

So as I let the elegant verses trickle,
I resolve to find expression for the uncensored thought,
Not pruned to fit style or mellowed to suit the palate.