A Living World Lives In Me Poem by Patti Masterman

A living world lives in me,
It's alive; I invest it with my energy,
Through thoughts and memories
It lives for free-
And only dies, when death takes me.

Our mental world's a secret place;
Retreat, we fill up with our grace,
Where the best imagined leaves its trace,
As we run our daily race-
And leaves a vestige, on the face.

Build a world where you can stay,
For a lifetime, or a day;
A place to take you far away,
Where your hopes and fears remain-
And your living world, contain.