Creativity

In a world of dull, trained, shaped brains;

There lived a colorful one

Where people thought of wealth to attain ;

That person thought ambition is life and how to reach the sun;

People would say he is mad

And an actual waste of a lad;

What an obscure way to think,

And that made his heart sink.

But he went on thinking different, thinking something new,

And every time he did a beautiful world of

things unattained he sews;

Oh how the people would mock him to differ,

But he had much more good things to decipher

So on and on he went

From shadows to the earth's very end

And oh what fantastic things he found

The mysteries hidden left him spellbound,

So my dear children no matter how hard u are loathed,

To be different dont cease,

Come with known mysteries coated

Which worthy people will never miss

After all, being normal is the thing u should be ashamed of,

Find your own world where you shall be deeply engulfed,

Be unique, something always new to give,

A world for people to be free, to be creative