The world encased inside your brain
Can always come to be,
But only for your own eyes,
Only for you to see.
The world where everything is gold,
The limit is the sky,
No one is wrinkled, fat, or old,
And no one ever dies.
Or everything is dark bare,
And time is very slow,
The residents are simply there,
With nowhere else to go.
The world that's there is just for you,
But sometimes hard to find.
Each time you look, it seems brand-new,
But just inside your mind.
Copyright February 17, 2015 by Christina Gatchel. This post may not be copied or reproduced without express permission from the author.
