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
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