I used to believe that creativity thrived in absolute freedom.
But over time, I wondered - do limits hold it back, or do they give it shape?
A bird in flight may roam the skies,
Yet sings no tune, just silent sighs.
But cage the wings, confine its space,
A melody will fill the place.
For freedom vast may lose its way,
While boundaries teach the notes to play.
Not every wall is built to bind,
Some shape the song within the mind.