A tranquil mind is a state of illusion,
Calm cannot be a heart of passion;
For ideas set your thoughts on fire,
And desires prompt paths of action.

Creativity is chaos, art is a mess,
And endless is the strife for success;
Chasing dreams and driven by desire,
Spirits bound by what we possess.

Immersed in the world of things material,
Illusory remains the state of tranquil.

Not exactly an interlocking quatrain - the rhyme scheme being aaba, ccbc, dd. Now I read this again, it could also be a reversible poem, though the  rhyme scheme would also have to be reversed.

Yes, it would do as a reversible poem, right?