Journey to the Center of My Mind
You scared me with the owl thing,
I wet myself and cried.
You supported me as Weebleking;
I'm glad you're on my side.
When the English man was in my head,
You did not scream and flee.
You grabbed him by his whiskered lip,
And stayed right here with me.
I told you of the mystery men,
Who always follow me;
You did not scoff and mock my words,
You offered sympathy.
And when I dubbed you Willowart,
You did not blow a fuse;
You took it all in gracious stride,
And proclaimed it happy news.
The kind of friend you've been to me,
I could not hope for more.
You've stuck with me through waves and troughs;
Past every rocky shore.
For years I've never given thanks,
Which was definitely rude.
So here today I send you this,
To show my gratitude!
I hope you've liked the trip so far,
Following my wandering brain,
I'll let you rest here for a bit,
Then off we'll go again.
Copyright © Jason Klaiber | Year Posted 2005
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