the window skates across
the carpet
my eyes look deep within my skull
tiny children living there
who try to walk, but always fall
with my rainbow of imagination
as my only real true love
in this forest of green and life
with blue music up above
while life is all but a poem
waiting for that finishing line
and what will be the end
of this verse which i call mine
these things by which i'm surrounded
have seen more hardships than i
we must not keep ourselves grounded
but learn to let minds fly
fall in love with knights in armor
and play with imaginary friends
love the life through your eyes
until our vast world ends
for life is all but a poem
waiting for that finishing line
but who can tell the end
of this verse which i call mine