Penned Imagination

Are my thoughts my dreams that are bought on by my imagination? To write poetry is my addiction, my affliction, my creation I’m lost in my thoughts; this isn't where I'm supposed to be But look where curiosity led me Searching for reality somewhere within myself Only to find a vivid imagination and nothing else Most of the time with my pen in my hand I ponder, beyond self-ego gratification Hoping that my fingers roam the paper with my lucid imagination The words I write are real, content and humble; I try to take the reader in that direction Giving complete satisfaction and keeping their attention So that the subject matter I’m penning, they understand how I feel I think especially when you tell it’s real My creativity that sets me free from my disappointing reality It’s good to imagine but so many people get trapped in their fantasy I always turn my dreams into plans Especially with a pen in my hand