Another Universe is Within Me
Being a poet is very dear to me;
To have the ability to drift into a sea
Of words, ideas, letters, and dreams
Where my creativity is bursting at the seams.
Tumble into a day dream far away
Into a land of sugarcoated madness
I chose to get lost there,
And content I am, here to stay.
I connect with myself
In places previously unknown.
At last, I have found home
In my mind, where the wild things roam.
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