Fleeting,
often times my creativity
is there one second 
and gone 
the next.
You follow the fluttering wings 
of a butterfly 
and try to capture it 
in your small, youthful hands 
only to open them and find
it’s not there.
Did it ever exist?
The question floats off
much like the butterfly.
If it was even real.
You stick your tongue out
pulling your waterproof hood back
as you do so,
finding a lack of water droplets 
available to bounce off the 
edges of your lips,
opening your eyes you see the 
sun shining bright unlike it
was just a minute ago.
	These quick changes of state 
happen all the time,
forever around you.
Who are you to criticize 
the direction of the wind?
merely adapt,
embrace this change of direction 
and of thought
or cease to exist
in a world full of
life
and 
creativity. 
With each face of the mind,
make sure you look it in the eye,
no matter how quick its glance.

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