In my mind
The room is crowded
Flowers are so colorful
That I wink to behold them
The sun is brighter than many flashlights on my eyes.
I can’t sit here and listen
To your boring show
When I have a call within me
Listening to the song tingling my ears.
Within my mind I remember;
The past, the present and the future.
I tell my story and amuse myself
As I am made to do.
