Imagine, if you will…

You’re here
An icy desert, a thought wasteland.

All around, snow and more snow.
Endless potential and certain death.

Not a penguin for miles.
No one to ‘Arctic-ulate’ the pain you feel.

Obstacles are here
Like polar bears and frostbite –
Best not to think too hard.

Distractions are like warm fires –
Rather nice but they melt the ice
And leave you with nothing to stand on.

Creative blocks, on the other hand,
Like blocks of snow
Can save your life…

If used to build an igloo [o]