Asunder from the enigmatic world,
Into springs of potential.
A gift, a blossom not yet budded,
Equally unique and of one mind.
Giving by desire and not requirement.
Potential for beauty or destruction.
But not the kind of onus you think.
Rather a gift of mystique nature itself, I assume, is a man of potentiality.

Inspirational beauty he craves,
Passionate desires he posses,
Filled with creative dreams,
He yearns for success.
And for him nothing unviable.
But hey....I tell you,
It ain't some daunting thing
Dreaming to become.
It's you that exists
Underneath the clutter.