An amazing place, Inside myself, a world away from the material world,

The nucleus where all my thoughts and wonderings wait for me, my brain.

Whatever i want exists there, there is no limit or rules to what can be Imagined,

Anything i wish to be or think is mine, I am in charge, the master is me.

Story’s to be made up and told from these fingers upon blank endless paper,

From my thinking world I travel away to many adventureous lands of fantasy.

Sometimes I feel as though i would like to stay there but i must make the journey back,

Trying to stay away, to visit there for much to long would have its own consequences.

From my thinking world so many great and wonderful words of poetry are dreamed,

Closing my eyes for but a moment in time just to see and feel what’s inside of me.

Mystery from inside, gods spectacular art creating the human mind, reasons why,

From my thinking mind realizing never to take again for granted a gift of thought.

As we grow old it comes to reason that our minds may change, sickness of the brain,

Reality for some might just go away, from my thinking mind i may not return.

From my thinking mind i will treasure the lords mysterious gift so kind.

Keith Garrett