Author: Chaos

Note: This is a form poem and was probably one of the hardest things I've ever written. I hope you enjoy reading it a lot more than I enjoyed writing it.




With my inner mind�s eye, I see.
Drifting away, I loose sight of the eaves.
Reality, in all its bleakness, willingly I shun.
Instead of crowds and
closeness, open space, a place of my own.
Standing in another world am I.

Unicorns and elves flit by.
The sky is a wonderous blue-green sea,
Each cloud drifting with a glory of its own,
As seen, filtered through the forest�s leaves.
Magic as simple as this holds me in its hand,
The magic of imagination.

In this other world I find salvation.
Far from deadlines, stress, and worries I fly.
For life and purse, I fight the brigand,
Running from a dragon with healthy urgency,
In taverns I dodge the clever hands of thieves,
I kneel in tribute before the king�s throne.

The only problems are ones whose answers I already own.
There I find much needed relaxation.
It is a place in which every child believes,
The glimmer and smile in an unfocused eye.
A releasing flight of fancy
In a far away unseen land.

A place and time which cannot be planned,
Unlike dim reality, this is no twilight zone.
Imagination wakes from dormancy,
Originality rises from its long hibernation.
There I am free to accept or deny
The mysteries Fate weaves.

Blue sky fades back to wooden eaves.
Bidding farewell to my secret land,
I close my eyes, smile, and sigh,
Remember homework, then wince and groan.
Reading, writing, math and calculation,
Drowning in a paper sea.

Where ever the mind believes, the seeds are sown,
Sprouting into something grand, coming to fruition,
Then others will fly to their own worlds of fantasy.