The Treasure of the Mind

  In a world of screens and lights,

Life goes on in days and nights;

But in each and every soul is 

None other than purest gold!

  While the species manifest, just 

One of them stands from the rest;

We who stand out are the bless-ed

Minds whom all dream in our beds.

  What we always dream about is

Not just bustling all about, but

Rather we dream fantasies, from

Broadway to the Seven Seas.

  This, my friend, is what I find

the purest treasure of the mind; and

If I were to live without, then

There'd be no hell near as foul.

  Just to make it clear as day, as

To what I want to convey, my

One and only source of light is

Creativity, my life.

 

 

 

This poem is about: 
Me
My community
Our world

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