Tell me, is it a curse or a blessing
The workings of a creative mind?
Born with a wealth of ideas
But bound in a period of time.
Enthusiasm rises exalted,
Thoughts and concentration sink deep,
Troubles fade in the back ground
With a mind too active to sleep.
Life never seems to get boring,
For those who build and find,
A jumble of thought to be anchored,
In the sanctum of a creative mind.