When I look into my imagination,
What I see defies explanation,
There are faeries and unicorns,
And giant beanstalks with thorns,
Fighting to expand an idealistic inner world,
Fighting against evil, squeezing from the outside,
Like a boa constrictor curled.
Shooting stars and a sinking moon,
In the ocean of my mind a submarine sun rising soon,
Over coral mountains,
Reflected in glittery magickal fountains,
Surrounded by flocks of flying fish,
Each one allowing me a single wish,
Through crystal clear waters, watching the evening light wane,
Weaving time, space and thought on this, that and another plane,
Yes, inside my head, can seem a confusing,
Yet wonderful and strange place to be,
But it’s where I like to be when I write,
Do you see?