Creativity,
you sneaky little bugger
You

Beckoning me to play,
when you know
I have things to do

No pattern I can perceive,
arriving ONLY when you want to,
like a stubborn child

Waking me up,
out of my cozy bed,
with thoughts running through my head

Thoughts demanding
to be written down,
RIGHT NOW!

Mirage, whisper, chimera,
gone in an instant,
as quickly as you appeared

Leaving only your
laughter,
floating in the air

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