My Cup Runneth Over

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A spark that brightens  
your mood,  
traveling far and wide,  
working its magic,  
radiating passion—  
igniting the soul,  
aligning your thoughts,  
reminding you of its purpose.  

It seeks a way out of your mind,  
out of your system.  
It knocks you down,  
won’t let you sleep—  
an eye wide open,  
won’t let you rest,  
won’t let you quit  
until you’ve let it all out.  

Splashes of hues  
on a clean canvas,  
scribblings on  
a piece of paper,  
highlighted text  
glowing on your phone,  
bits and pieces of data  
wired into memory,  
a beautiful succession of notes  
rendered in a voice truly yours,  
a quick succession of steps—  
fluid movements as your body sways to the rhythm.  

The randomness of its arrival,  
defying the comfort of routine.  
Cliché or not,  
nothing can stop the train of thoughts  
that arrive uninvited,  
at the most unexpected time.  
Despite the inconvenience,  
despite the difficulty,  
seemingly meaningless, even chaotic thoughts  
rise and take shape—  
transforming into creations  
yet to be born.  

Ah!  
Such is the beauty of creation,  
the brilliance of a creator’s mind,  
the joy of crafting—  
a work of art,  
a masterpiece,  
written in the language of your soul.  

Energy transfers,  
transforming into the unexpected,  
the extraordinary.  
Art in its purest form,  
expressions of undeniable grace,  
woven with meaning so deep  
they enthrall the audience,  
captivating them,  
as they watch in awe,  
witnessing a creation unfold.  

And yet...  
All this hype?  
Do you find it overrated, exaggerated?  
I wouldn’t blame you, my friend.  
Find your niche,  
feel your strength,  
create!  

And...  
that’s when you’ll know  
what it means to have the mind of a creator—  
a creative mind that flows and overflows, yet never truly runs dry.


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