Why?

Creating this and creating that, or that. No end and the beginning is irrelevant. All colors and hues of the creative process, generating out of the mind and chemicals circulating around the grey and the white matter. The desire has to become something in the outside world or the inside will suffer. No pathway internal is clearly identified. Also inherent, yet rather dusty. Suspending oneself for a dream dressed as real. That's sufficient to keep moving. Even if in circles. The end is the same for all. Today or at-a-much-later tomorrow. Producing, more or less, steadily continuing the manufacturing. Sustains the mind and feeds the body. At least that part of the process is occupied. The eternal sleep is comfortable. Could be better to stay like this. Creating this and creating this, that, and the other. Or the other. Because the why question takes precious seconds to answer. Why waste them? Waste... Is it?