What Does it Mean to Be Terrific?

What does it mean to be terrific?
And does a talent need some terms of use?
To be sufficiently witty, strong, prolific —
And always welcome Muse?

Lifespan of people’s long,
But so evasive,
So evanescent, like shadows in broad day,
Some feelings go, some are so constant that seem crazy,
Some thoughts are as immaculate as stacks of hay;

But what’s a talent?
Is it a breech in wisdom,
Where passion intermingled with your mind?
Faulty insights, that have escaped imprisonment,
And noisy revelations that kept behind?

I guess, it’s sensing inner calling,
Or algorithms of outlandish dreams,
Van Gogh was thought a lunatic -
Never belonging to common painters,
Avoiding their style, their manners and beliefs;

He thought himself futile,
Just to be sure,
That nobody will change him
Or his life,
He thought that just achievements sound cheesier
Than never seizing striving...

There’s no recipe of mere talents,
No open answers or even feeble hints,
Insanely simple, or complexly repellent,
Or just a kind of gold that never glints.