In every street, there are some you would not expect,
but that simply don't seem totally wrecked.
They talk to themselves, they don't face forward,
they appear like they have come from Dorward.
A place in their own mind, where they see
everything their mind produces to be.
A world on its own, with but its own rules,
from which one can make all kinds of jewels.
Things that one appreciates with others,
that are only coming out of druthers,
that may seem unusual to many,
but are familiar to some or plenty.
The ones that make crazy conversations
that can well be the future foundations
that support another unique artist.
One who may not be the planet's smartest
but definitely with a unique mindset.
The kind who makes with no drops of sweat,
and continues for weeks, months, even years!
A start becomes nice for the eyes and ears,
the result becomes outright surprising!
While the will lasts, there is one thing that's rising,
and that is all the creativity
one person has, none in captivity.
As just one wired person turns a dull place
into not one wired and wonderous space.
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The Transition of a Life
PoetryAs children are born, they have an immense ability and will to learn about everything they come across! As they look, listen, feel and do what they want to, their discoveries and experiences are vital for all their later life! However, they are quic...
