My imagination doesn't leave,
Even when the window is
Wide open.
Instead, it chooses to either enrich
My life or it keeps me contained.
Sometimes it may be a bit
Too much, swinging the pendulum
Too fast for me to listen to
All of the words it says
And I'll feel my heart begging
For the chance to rest. But when
It's there to help me through it all,
I appreciate the creativity.