I Write
If you could only see the world the same way that I do,
You would have to see that it has a crowded view.
Bits and pieces of random things that to me seem inviting,
Get included as elements into the play that I am writing.
You complain that you’ve told things to me but I say I’ve never heard,
While an old Twilight Zone has dialogue that I’ll remember word for word.
And sometimes at night a smile will come across my face,
As I run lines in my mind until I figure out the pace.
Would it drive you nuts to know that there’s a stage inside my mind,
Where actors are working diligently on a set that I’ve designed?
And I know the worst part of it for you, the thing that you really dread,
Is when our son will start to laugh as he watches cartoons in his head.
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