Creativity, it flows thru you and also me.
But its not always there to see.
Its buried deep in most our souls.
We go through life just digging holes.
But what if it would burst free.
This depth of creativity.
Would we try to stay up all nite.
Writing lines to our hearts delight.
Or would we design and build a home.
Of which we could call our own.
Would we plant flower beds and many a tree.
Or perhaps create toys for our children to see.
But what ever we do it has to be.
For if you do nothing your not really free.

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