My Imaginary World


Totally and utterly escaping the prophecy of reality
Traveling deeper into the profound childhood prayer of imagination
Interlocking reality with revolutionary concepts that have not yet been uncovered
Deciding to go farther into your controlled state of mind,
You seek out lightning bolts shooting down from an earthly heaven
You climb them.
The sacrifice of pain heroically displayed.
Until you reach what is the finale of this torture
You climb down the wall and into a garden
You wonder the meaning of this
You walk a little further towards a mandala of gems
Pacing through the detailed patters
In effort not to destroy this work of art
Once you reach the center you raise your hands high
And call out a welcome to a wise healer
There he was
Piercing the sky
A dragon like creature whose
Pain made you to cry
It landed swiftly a grace you once knew
and began to speak in a calm, gentle manner
But then you realized he was you.