A Creative Mind

Being creative is a virtue.

A creative mind
Bares reason to insanity
Where imagination lives
In a life full of vanity

Such a mind can see the world
In all of it's decay
But it drives it's own path
Through the fantasy conveyed

It's an art form
It's the only way of life
You see my words flow so freely
Like butter with a knife

One of these days im gonna go up high
Your doubts about me even those I will defy
When you see me I'll be up high in the sky
"A bird, a plane? How can he fly?"
Such screams of confusion they will so cry
Though it may have been implied
This isn't goodbye
So don't be shy
When I demand your reply
From the statement supplied
"A creative mind, until the day I die."