how is it that you live
in that sheltered little box
where light and sound
can't reach you
without colors and music
without thoughts of nonsense
without fairy tale beings
like elves, and gnomes, and fairy-things
why must you insist
on living so alone
not having an imagination
to keep the strife at bay
in this world of destruction
where sorrow is commonplace
nothing seems more valuable
than one's belief in magic
and all things mythical

01/11/2003

Author's Note: Someone told me I had an obnoxious imagination that clouded everything of reality...the moron.

Posted on 01/12/2003
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