The Things in my Head
Its the thing in my head
that takes me from this place;
to another world
into the far reaches of outer space.
It allows me to be
whatever I would want and more;
I could be a queen in a palace
or a mermaid on the ocean floor.
I can envision new worlds
and bring them to life with my pen,
I don't know what I would do
without my imagination.
My head would be filled with dusty coggs,
with webs all strewn about;
my witty brain and creative mind,
is something I can't live without.
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