Creativity lies in the depth of notion
Ink fills zinc to give a sign of devotion
Links resurrect by fluttering rhyming lips
Suffocates to death when breathing rhythm skips
Elegance of frames creates a shadow of doubt glass
Giving a thousand reasons, building its universal class
Cravings are carved but followers are fugitive men
Rusting as blood stains clawed in tiger's den
Philosophy hides herself in every kind of stone
Creativity plays as ally when concealing sheds are blown
Mirror increases dimension when you ponder in
Reflecting virtual real signs but the truth lies within

Bowels bust in debris impending to a sudden whim
Adorning with flair and intricate seminal brim
Some scour the world and vivid memories which envisage
Are gratified by the original idea which lies on the white page
Life never perverse with her chronological order
Elated by poetry serving as ecological border
But no one steers insight by shifting vector gear
Cz they are baffled by the camouflage you wear
She said, she says, she’ll say a lot
Bequeathed and crammed in resurrection plot
Mirror retraces ways just perceive them to win
Trace those virtual real signs cz the truth lies within