My mind is an island, many places to roam,
Different things that i see when i’m on my own.
If wander i do to far away,
Lost might i be in this land made for me.
See as i do and think as i may,
There are beautiful things in my thoughts everyday.
I can find my way back to where it is i should be,
If i’m looking the right way or a trail i might leave.
My island can be peaceful and sunny or stormy and dark,
I’d rather be happy and have my island be a walk in the park.
Keith Garrett
keithgarrettpoetry 
So is mine!
my mind too… i live there
My mind is a living horror story of jumbled adventures!
Jeanette Hall
I’m sorry to hear that. I have horror stories also.
On Tue, Jun 2, 2015 at 11:39 AM, keithgarrettpoetry wrote:
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Love this one reminds me of me except mines a kind of file room the old fashioned kind x