I am ordered to write crisply and creatively to express my ideas to my clients. 

Clean canvas smoothes my worries before I get the chance to trial and error. When my pen touches this clean canvas, it is ruined forever with my thoughtless and ridiculous expectations.

Oh! The anguish destroys me. 

All the complaints I get when my room and mind are filled with balled up and rejected mistakes. It's a landfill. Why so much waste they always ask me. 

This field is GREEN!

Your life cannot be separate from the sea of pollution. 

Pollution in my brain, commander sir. Do you understand?

But my mind is inhibited by everything, and I always need a empty canvas. 

One day, I followed a small insect with my pen because it beat manufacturing ideas. 

Manufacturing ideas.