Window opens to tumultuous thrill,
a sudden, unexpected perspective,
where despite a personís most skillful will,
misteak comes, sparking the provocative.

The nemesis of creativity,
habitual routine, bars the spiritís
welcome escape from lifeís daily ennui
to where fantastical wonder orbits.

As a peacock screams at his naked feet
but ignores spectacular feather feat,
so the stark fear to always get it right
blinds sight of lifeís innate beauteous rite -

the liberating joy of doing things rong -
which has been a human right all along.