Creativity, by George-B
My creativity, my word…They don’t live within…
If I was to find the center of my word
I would look everywhere,
I would look upon my deep breathing pattern…
I took long walks strapped to a photo camera, to a reorder…
creativity came though, after I stumbled upon a rock,
kicked a pebble,
stepped over a fallen branch
took on more step,
with a well broken in PUMA running shoes –
I understood that humility travels with the maker…by walking carefully,
Stumble upon it, and feel with all your being.
euzicasa 