Those who have talent know how to make
pieces of art from scrap and take
them simply home to gather dust
until they somehow catch their lust.
Provided then they find some peace
on top of that these findings,
they start creating and release
their powers without bindings.
They put together what they found
according to their vision,
don’t mind when other people sound
confused or show derision.
When after all they feel content
with what they let evolve,
their energy seems mostly spent
and waits for new resolve.
