MY MIND IS AN ISLAND


 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' 
 Every day.

 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