29 April 2022

Updated: May 2


And then one day Creative was gone

He took his ball and went away

No one thought too much about that

After all, there was more money to be made


But the whole town was sinking fast

Answers had become hard to find

Many tried to bluff their way through

But they knew they’d run out of time


They thought about how Creative

Could always come up with answers

They might not have always been right

But he was always a surprising enhancer


Few refused to see any of that

They thought they knew it all

But everything they ever built

Would just wobble and topple and fall


Creative, well, he had a third eye

He saw through all the empty talk

He knew when words had turned to clutter

And when nothingness said it all


But Creative was now gone for good

He didn’t like everything going on

All those sheep making blah blah sounds

And ideas being buried and torn


Who knows where Creative went?

Maybe he went nowhere at all?

Maybe Creative lives in all of us

It’s just knowing whenever he calls


Copyright ©️ Hans Ebert

April 2022

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