10 January 2011
Mind’s Eye
That strange place I call my mind.
A confusing place of image and word.
Of T.V. and cinemascope as one.
A place to go and hide.
To live a life you want and can reset whenever you don’t care for it.
A place of colours bright or not.
Of warmth or the arctic stretching far.
A place where you have all you need or ever want.
To live in a castle or house.
Of money and fame.
The novel written and movie made.
You star in it, and know your lines.
To be you or someone else.
To have a voice and play whatever instrument you like in perfect tune.
The thoughts come and go.
Some stay, to fill the space others drift away never to return.
A place of impossible dreams.
Of places long gone, of places yet to be.
You are perfection within, even if not without.
That strange place I call my mind.