In a world of screens and lights,
Life goes on in days and nights;
But in each and every soul is
None other than purest gold!
While the species manifest, just
One of them stands from the rest;
We who stand out are the bless-ed
Minds whom all dream in our beds.
What we always dream about is
Not just bustling all about, but
Rather we dream fantasies, from
Broadway to the Seven Seas.
This, my friend, is what I find
the purest treasure of the mind; and
If I were to live without, then
There'd be no hell near as foul.
Just to make it clear as day, as
To what I want to convey, my
One and only source of light is
Creativity, my life.