Creativity,a hallway of doors inside a hotel of thought.
You follow it to an end that has never to be
You assign numbers or letters or colors to the doors,
and you know the password, you have the key
Say your name, say your name and what you desire
Inside stand your creation-machines
Peculiar pianos, fenders, pumps and horns
They give you what you desire, unseen
Your Love and Passion,answer humanity
With applied memories of childhood joys,
Pleasures repeated in your projects today
In these mirrored rooms of waters and stars
Your manifest dreams meet manifest people
Through clouds of transition,these doors open wide
Walk the hallways of your own creations
Leave no door unlocked that lies deep inside.