One Man’s Imagination
If I could possibly lift these letters of the pages,
I’d fill my pockets with all these phrases,
Lines and letters all scattered and overrun -
with them I could create a masterpiece - with them, I could run.
One moment a fairytale, the next a shattered dream
all depending upon my mood, and the relativity of its swings.
Far too fragile and self absorbed,
my imagination is like an actor - it likes red carpets and awards.
Not much for speeches, although it loves to be long winded at times,
putting all it’s thoughts into my finger tips and telling me to rhyme.
“Make a pattern, here’s the scheme,” and so I do as it says - so you all see.
If it weren’t for my imagination, then where exactly would I be?
I’ll put my name somewhere and take credit, but I give credit when credit’s due -
So hat’s off to my amazing imagination, along with its ever growing ego too.
Now, don’t misunderstand me, these statements are not to boast…
But to inform you of the real writer behind the writer, the true man behind the post.
- Derek Ellis
