The desire to be a creator never burns out
Like the immortal flame that it is
It may waiver, it my wane in the blowing wind
But it never dies, completely becomes extinguished or unhinged
Just so long as you keep it calm and still
And close to your true heart within
Because the essence of desire is the creation which will linger in a state of wonderment
Wishing only that the original thought could be
All which you could've hoped and dreamed
About and for*
Mesmerizing isn't it?
The flame unseen
It's like walking on the beach, endlessly, but not bean permitted to leave with a single shell or grain of sand.