The inspiration that comes from words.
The inspiration which comes from deeds.
Fluttering in your mind, like birds.
Living there to fill Creativity's needs.

Where did the little workmen go?
In this twisted labyrinth called: Creativity.
Words run wild; art astow.
It's all we know. All we should see.

But what do you do?
After creativity betrays you?
Your needs. Your wants.
To think a thought.

All go aflame in a manner that is creative and insufferable.
How bitter-sweet.